There was a silence about him. Anyone who knew the term would have called it selective mutism mixed with hints of misophonia, monsters lurking around the depths of his mind, but most shrugged it off as classic Fate who hid out in bushes, watching and waiting. He was beating himself up over his rather embarrassing loss at the raid, and wondering how the other woman had gotten past him and his keen eyes. His tongue slid over his lips as he heard the call come up for the entire pack. He would rise silently and start his march towards the meeting, a lack of emotion in his eyes.
The first loss was always the hardest.
It had felt like he hadn’t had the chance to put up a fight at all, which would undoubtedly force him into many spars to practice, begging the members of the pack to fight him like they were fighting an enemy. To sum it up? His desire to protect his pack was probably going to get him into trouble, which was something that hadn’t happened too often with him.
He arrived and took his seat, looking towards his parents with hints of disappointment in himself in his eyes.
