100 Watt Smile

The call would rise and a thrill of excitement pounded through his body. He could feel it thrumming in the air as the pack stirred into an action not usually found within the group of wolves. Novocaine jumped to his paws, a grin gracing his scarred features. A slight skip in his step the boy set out for the lands the silver queen had chosen. There was already a large gathering of wolves and he briefly cast about one eyed gaze, searching for any faces that were familiar. He briefly inclined his head towards Valentine… the boy that had witnessed his weakest moment. Back before his sister had decided he was her personal punching bag.

The only other faces he knew were members of his own pack, none of them having any real meaning for him. He silently added himself to the congregation, turning expectant orb upon his queen.