Eventually the entire little pack had gathered. His Aunt Symphony, Uncle Gitan and cousin Cerise were still missing though amongst the little crowd there was a wolf that Aslan hadn't seen before. Féli and to his amazement Sorrel were both sat near her now, he wasn't sure he'd even had a conversation with his quiet cousin before but apparently someone else had succeeded in getting the man to talk.
His parents soon held his attention though, even if some of the news was already known to him. Those new little siblings, he would glance around at the other faces, just to see their reactions. Would they have anymore to say on the matter than he? Had he reacted in a completely stupid manner or had the stunned silence been perfectly acceptable?
There was other news though, not just the new litter. Uncle Legend had been promoted to one of the Plot ranks. The importance was a little lost on the boy, it had been a while since anyone had held the position of a Plot and he certainly hadn't been able to attend any of his Aunt Symphony's lessons before she vanished. His cousins were now Chapters though and he and his own siblings of course the Prologues that had been mentioned. Would he be up there with a promotion one day?
An alliance? Politics were a little fuzzy, he'd never had to learn about them after all. He knew the wolves in Abaven were family and friends, that they were welcome to visit but he hadn't realised there was any formal term for that nor that it was a common thing to develop alliances with others. He had a sudden growing urge to visit these alliances, with his father's warning though perhaps it would be best to have someone else travel with him to Glaciem. Varda maybe, or would he have to take someone older?
