Family was family, right? In theory, he shouldn’t be nervous. Veho loved his sister very much, just as Felix himself loved Ophelia and Joan (no matter how annoying, or mean, they felt on any particular day). By extension, he loved his father’s family – and surely they’d like him, yes? Even if not for the shared Macieo blood, than because Grizzly Hollow and Fallen Tree Cove were allies, and allies were not unkind to one another.
But not of these thoughts quelled the anxious lizard attempting to escape his ribcage as he stared into the wealth of his aunt’s territory. His father had said it was fine if he wanted to visit – encouraged it, even. Namid had children his age, and knowing your family was important, but-- Some part of the yearling still quailed at the idea, utterly convinced that the woman (and the rest of her pack) would find him nothing but a sack of skin and bones. Useless. Worthless. And his father would be so disappointed.
Felix gave a soft shudder, mind flitting back to the pack meeting he’d been forced to attend just before his departure…and he lifted his snout, calling to the female alpha from the borders of her territory. Maybe, if he was lucky, she wouldn’t be home, and he could go on his merry way.