In a manner, Leviothan had known earlier this morning that today was going to be filled with news and the many unspoken questions that had lain bare for the pack for the past few weeks. Since he'd been here, there had already been a bustling of several different activities and happenings, the hurricane for one which had hidden one of his favorite spoons, one he'd first made when on his trip. He rolled lazily from his back and onto his side, rolling in the soft grass before the sound of a howl cut through the silence of the wooded area, through the forest and near Skye's home. He'd heard two howls since being here, one that announced others leaving and now this one which announced to him that there was something happening. Immediately he was upon his four padded paws, claws gently kneading against the dirt beneath. Each step taken led him toward a hand carved basin of water that he'd manage to create himself. Silently, his pink and purplish tongue shot free of his ebony lips to pull back four large gulps of the fresh, cooled water before he crept away from it and toward the sound.
He was slower today then usual, due to a late morning of soft, barely heard howling toward the sun in the distance of the sky yet finally he came upon the pack's Thornbury, making his way through the stable's slight ally way, between the Corral and the actual stable itself. It was wondrous being able to see the animals first thing in the morning, especially because of how beautiful they naturally were. If they seemed spooked by his wolfish appearance, none seemed to show it. Leviothan's copper toned fur glistened just slightly in the light of the midday sun, his tongue flashing from between his jaws to hang loosely from the tip of his maw. When finally he turned the corner of the stables, he was in a direct line to Skye's home. Naturally, his ears went from half-eager attention to half mass as if expecting to meet older pack mates there and the moment he reached the others, he moved to stand beside Rosie, his black, scar tipped nose bumping against the side of her leg in a gentle, quiet hello. He hadn't met her yet.
When he spotted that the occasion of such a call might of have been important, he fell down to his haunches, tail beating aimlessly at the dirt beneath. The speckled black of his fur seemed uncoordinated, spread out in dense patterns over the broadness of his back, his front paws used to lay out before him. If Taliesin needed the pack, then he was here. No if's, and's, or but's about it. In his meager attempt at respect, his gaze never moved past the three speaking, despite his position closer to Rosie. He needed not to know the reason that they were all called together, only to know that his feeling of love and respect for his family was intact, that he could continue every day life as being one of the pack's Craftsmen.
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