Slowly wolves of all ages would start to gather, including Aslan and Varda, his siblings. He grinned at them, his tail wagging as the soft creme colored boy looked to his mother as she started to speak. She let freedom reign over the crowd to do as they liked and so Fate, naturally, went straight for the food. He grabbed something (perhaps a rabbit :3 something small) and sat down to gnaw at it while he observed his surroundings. There were not many wolves there that he didn't recognize. He knew his parents and sister/littermate. He knew Aslan and Varda. He knew Feli. He remembered hearing about Sorrel and he had seen Frost at the hunt. His eyes were on a seemingly shy woman whom he had never seen before. "Mum, who is she? I've never seen her." His tone was hushed as he galloped over to his mother. He had been under the impression that he knew everyone but he did not know Hecate.
