Tattered flags unfurled

Frith would follow after his youngest son to the call of his tallest son. Aslan had grown much much bigger than Frith had ever dreamed of being and he still wondered where the boy got his massive height from. Maybe his own father? Not that Frith would ever know the true origin of such genetics, but it was a nice thought. His form would make its way to the hunting meeting and he couldn't help but be proud of his young son for taking the initiative and calling their family together. With him caring for Novella there was little extra activities he could easily plan. Not that he would ever blame that on his wife, only that he was proud his son had taken up the reigns.

He would come to stand by the chocolate boy, making sure he nuzzled Varda and Luck before standing at attention. He'd smile softly at each of the attendees, making note that the Bookend Frost had found her way here. Good. He was ready whenever Aslan gave the signal, he had no intentions of taking the lead role from his son.