He had been glad when the notice had been given in advance; too often, he thought, impromptu events occurred that he surely had no chance of even dreaming of attending. As he had continued to grow, so too had the pain that dwelt deep within his very bones. Some nights, he had become unable to sleep, paralyzed by the aching and bleeding in his ankle. He had hunted several times since. His last attempt had failed him, his ankle slamming hard into the ground and breaking the skin above the bone. Even now, it had not completely healed. Had it defeated him? Almost. He had gnawed at it over the course of a day, sulking into himself at the realization that he would never be free from its curse. So, it gladened him to think that there was still some hope of normality in his life. He didn't have to admit weakness and inability if others were simply... courteous. The Asteraian wolf's notice had given him a chance to hobble wearily from the shores towards the plains. He thanked every god he could think of a name for.

It had taken him some time, too long in fact, and so he had to settle in the outskirts of the region for some day before the true summoning had taken place. He had been filled from a carcass left by a fox, a half mangled hare and yet, it had lifted his spirits as he tentatively passed across the borders that separated the mysterious world of Asteraia from the rest of Moladion. It almost felt wrong, he held his breath the entire time, and yet he felt relieved when he saw the small gathering beginning to form ahead of him. Perhaps he was older than the others but, nonetheless, he was still a child and, he hoped, a caretaker of sorts. At least, he wanted to be something like that one day. There was always a one day.

So, he let out a short bark of greeting as he did his best to reaffirm his posture. He attempted to straighten himself, poised precariously on his three good legs as he loped towards the others, biting back the pain each time his mangled leg hit the grassy ground. He had become quite good at hiding his disability, positioned carefully towards the others so that they might not even notice its twisted, gnarled appearance lest they had been carefully looking for it.

He grinned, first the children, and then to Samhain before he passed a grin to the far off others that lingered in the shadows. He was unsure if they would join them and yet, it only felt right to extend the kindness. "I'm Abel," he introduced with a shallow bow, settling down onto his haunches (all the better to cover his paw, after all). "I, too, am excited to hear your tales!" He was not entirely sure what else to say. He had never...really been in such a position. He could only hope he'd have something to contribute eventually.