Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger {Meeting}

One more season to go, just one more. Sharing Darrah's den with his brothers wasn't exactly the most enjoyable of experiences, not that he didn't like his family and guardian. He was caught in an awkward phase between puppyhood and adulthood. Adult activities like hunts and fight training seemed exciting, yet he was excluded from such things because of his age. Why couldn't autumn hurry up? He yearned to not be treated as a child, but he highly doubted the senior wolves of the pack would heed to his wish.

His hopes for it all to change were held as high as they could reach as he carried himself to the meeting without the dependence on his brothers. The drama had well and truly passed before his arrival. An emerald gaze scanned across the seated pack, trying to mimic his own actions with the mature-looking adults. They were all greeting the Abaven leader, and so he would do the same after everyone else had finished doing so.
"Hi Bass!" The chestnut boy confidently addressed the Azat with dip of his head and an energetic wag of his tail. Apparently his brother was friends with the alpha and so he sought the same positive relationship as well. Did Bass know who he was? He had never talked to him before. Now he has, and feeling quite content with his deed, he trotted off to seat himself in the centre of the half-unknown crowd.