At least I’ve been able to Fly

Icarus was not upset at the fact his father had been around more. Tyrion was not quite so adept to being a fighter, more of a talker and diplomat. The brawny looking boy was all for learning new tips and tricks to be better than anyone at anything they dared put to the test before him. The dark caramel youth was practicing some of the things Nymeria had showed him when he heard Dandelion's call.

He had met his half-sister once or twice before, and she seemed quite excited about the prospect of calling all the wolves their age together. Icarus paused, tilting his head slightly as he debated arriving in a timely fashion or being fashionably late. Since it was Dandelion, he figured he would head that way now. Plus, Spirane was home. It would look poorly on him to not show up considering their pack was playing host.

Icarus trundled along, calling out to his litter mate as he did. "Myrcella, it's time!" he shouted when he spied her lounging beneath a shady tree. He did not pause to wait for her. Instead he picked up the pace towards the gathering place. Some other boys arrived before him. " 'Course there is food, my sister wouldn't forget that," he quipped as he approached the group. "Name's Icarus, nice to meet everyone so far!" However, he had no idea if she had food, at least some snacks for everyone. But he was sure she thought of that and no one had just had the presence of mind to pay attention.