The brute heard the voice of his new leader. He shot up his head, looking around to see where it was coming from. Ah. By her tone and the fact everyone was gathering around her, Dutch assumed that it was a pack meeting. Politics and the wellbeing of others didn't interest him at all. The male considered leaving, but thought better of it. He looked up at the white leader. She was pretty, he gathered, but she had said she had taken a mate. That was out of his range, obviously. Dutch listened to her talk about the pack and its news and information. It bored Dutch, making small yawns escape his lips. Why didn't they talk about exciting things at a pack meeting? Everyone looked so calm. "Oh, ew.." The brute murmured, looking around. Everyone was quiet. That is, until the white wolf finished her speech. Voices of other wolves were heard. He didn't know anyone, but was fine with that. He didn't need to know everyone to have fun. Besides, most of the wolves here didn't look like the kind of wolves he liked to hang out with.
Dutch spotted Ril'o among the crowd. Inching away slowly, the brute tried not to be spotted by his brother. So far, so good. He sighed, allowing all of his stress to flow out of his throat. Looking around, Dutch wondered what he was doing here. None of these wolves knew him, and he didn't want to know any of them. He knew his brother and Cwnfen, the one who had accepted him into the pack a few days before.
The male decided to speak up. It was better than just standing in the crowd, right? Right. "I'm Dutch Biler'a to anyone who is listening..." He rumbled lightly, rolling his eyes. No one was listening to him, as usual.
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