He had fought for Glorall so Makism could lead a pack, and in hopes that Makism would abandon the idea of more children. The inky creature hadn't. Quinn did not know how he was going to handle that fact. Maybe, just maybe Makism would better this time. Perhaps being an alpha in the spotlight would make the inky wolf be a better father to the entire litter because all would be watching him. Quinn was hoping for that, because he had a sinking feeling that Makism wasn't going to back down from the having more kids thing. Quinn could barely remember the last time they had sex, so going at it with some random female was going to be more awkward then usual, he was sure.

Quinn wasn't looking forward to... that sort of thing. He wasn't much looking forward to this meeting, either. Mostly because he was still sore all over from the fight, and moving around a lot right now was not high on his list of things he wanted to do. At all. He really disliked being lazy, but he had good reason to be a little less mobile for a little while longer. Still, he did get up from his resting spot and walked toward where Makism had called the meeting. Now he did not really mind the torn skin and fur at his ribs, the scrapes and bites over his legs and shoulders. Not even the claw marks on the side of his face. He did have an issue with the teeth marks at his ruff. His neck was for Makism's teeth only.

Soon enough he came upon the small gathering -- three others, so far -- and caught the words of the younger male. Settling to his haunches beside the rock and sending a smile to Makism -- they still had issues, but Quinn wouldn't show it in front of the others -- then he glanced back to the younger male. I'd be willing to teach you when I heal more." Came the stated words as Quinn regarded the younger one. He sent a nod to the two females, after a moment and waited for the meeting to commence. Quinn wasn't sure all what Makism intended to do with the pack, but he was curious to find out.