ayven walked away from the campgrounds to the small tree in the ground that had served him as a marker for his stuff and where the others would find him. he flopped down back against the weak thing looking over the campground watching most of the other garou filter to thier respective places . he pulled out the old cigarette pack but put it back after looking at it everyone would be hanging out with thier packmates now just like family. he snorted to himself. nothing to do no one to talk to he sat thinking about the lessons he had been taught by the grandfather of his home sept.

the pack is everything to us young one. they are the shoulders you will lean on the backs you will fight against. our tribe is largest of all even the rabble become packs when rat leads us to war. your strong and willing to fight for gaia. you will be the balancer for a pack one day and you will be thier divining rod to the words of gaia. but it will all be useless unless you have those to help.

ayven sighed shaking the thought out of his head. he was still able to help but getting into a pack seemed harder than it needed to. he looked to luna watching quietly