A feast. Sorrel couldn't say he liked this idea too much. The pack was growing and no longer was it even contained to simply family. It had begun with Hecate, then that other woman Frost had appeared and just recently, though he hadn't met her yet Sorrel had heard of a new healer joining the ranks. Her position and skill didn't bother him at all, it was merely the fact that she was yet another strange face in Threar. Couldn't it go back to how it had all been just over a year ago? He'd much rather have had his parents and sister back than these three.
Sorrel was awkward, difficult to please and get along with. It was nothing against any of them. The unsociable man would unwillingly be dragged from his isolation now at the summons of the Author and trudge along to the meeting with a rabbit for the pile. Quietly as he could he would add the food and then slink off to sit quietly, Ellingham would deposit a few voles as his own contribution before joining the wolf at the back of the gathering. Féli was much too close to all the excitement for Sorrel to cope with today.
