They had invited his mother which, in turn, obviously meant they invited him too. Would who he knew to be his father be there? He doubted it. Really, his father was never really anywhere except clinging to his mother's side. It was sort of weird, really. Nonetheless, he had decided he'd go for the fun of it. Meeting others? Potentially finding new rivals to best? It seemed like a good combination. He'd hardly gotten a chance to be that social with two parents who didn't seem to really like big crowds but today, he was old enough to do as he pleased! With the turn of spring had come the turn of his first year of life. He felt brilliant about it, too! He had noticed himself growing taller and faster and just generally... better. It felt good. Today, he'd show the others. Maybe it'd get his mother out of the den and away from that man, too.

He trotted to where they had called for them, figuring he wouldn't bother to see if anybody else from his family would go. He had a desire to be independent, anyway. His desire to improve hadn't come from some silly complex but rather his need to be independent and, well, a contributing member of a pack. He'd seen his father do just about nothing and it maddened him to think that could be him if he didn't do something. Maybe a warrior or a scout, he had considered. He liked the idea of defending and fighting, thinking of new ways to outsmart an opponent... maybe he'd find out more about that today. Isn't that what mothers were for? Helping children decide? Perhaps somebody else's mother could help him! At that thought, he quickened his pace, moving to meet the gathering as they begun to form.

He didn't recognize any of the faces there though that hardly came as a surprise. Still, he had a natural self assurance and he loped towards the gathering, taking his place on the outer ring as a tiny child ran by crying. He stood back, blinking in confusion as she babbled about a flower.

"You can't kill what's not alive, anyway."

He mused mostly to himself, giving her a short glance to let her heard the words before he turned his attention to the parents. He'd teach the pups all about that later - right now, he wanted to hear what the adults had to say. They'd be the one's helping him more right now. He waited for them all to speak to one another, perhaps a little impatiently as his ear lashed back, finally perking forward once more as silence befell them. It was then that he chimed in, stepping forward to announce himself.

"I'm Ragnar, Everchime's son. I hope it's okay that I came. I just want to learn, really."

He shrugged off the comment, trying his hardest to seem casual and nonchalant about his appearance. After all, he had come without a mother and a father... would he even be wanted here?