The boy took to his recent habit of sneaking about, learning what makes each wolf in the pack tick. He loved learning about wolves, who they were, and analyzing him. The mostly pale ivory boy wondered if there was a pack position for this – he’d talk to his father later about it, or maybe Félicien since his cousin had shown interest in his progression into the adult ranks. The boy’s constant lurking came to a halt as a call rose above the lands. Swiftly, the almost yearling would respond before running off to join the group. He arrived to find himself in the company of all family. "Aslan. Félicien. Father." The boy would chirp as he arrived, a smile on his face.
