So it would begin. His mother's excitement was almost infectious, and he would find himself smiling some. A stranger whom entered their midst was not given a second glance -- he knew Secretua was protected and if he were a threat by now his mother would have been all over him. Not to mention the guards Eirik and Kismet as well. No, this man, despite being a stranger, was supposed to be here. The boy would let his gaze flick to his sister, standing on the other side of their mother. Zisa was just a bit bigger than her now, a lot more like the woman than perhaps he was. But there was nothing wrong with that in his mind.
Einarr would frown some as the tasks were given out to the older, more experienced members of the pack and even this newcomer! The boy would narrow his red-violet eyes slightly, a huff of jealousy that his mother had even asked him over himself or Zisa! But there was no room for internal feuds and with his mother in such a good mood the boy was not looking to spoil it. He would give a sigh, letting his gaze fall to Kismet. Was the guard upset over not being asked too? Was he just being overly grumpy? Why did pack life have to be so confusing?
