Oh? Chan's head tilted slightly, but he lowered to the ground and waited patiently for them all to be gathered. He had to wonder if this was it, if they were going to make it official tonight. A pack's founding was something the eldest Eastfall child had never been a part of before, meaning he had little idea on how it would actually work. It was good they had Aleister, Chan hoped the other man knew far better than he.
Chan leaned into each of his family members' touch as they arrived in quick succession. Neha was given similar treatment to his kin, and then the wait was over. The five of them were sat together, intently listening for what it was their leader wanted to discuss.
The first sentence was enough to pick Chan's ears up; he too had been wanting them to choose something slightly different to go by, the word 'Fallen' being the one that bothered him. It had never before meant more than it's namesake landmark to the man, but with everything that had changed since his childhood, it made him think of other things,
bad things. Fallen families, a fallen pack, and especially a fallen father felled by falling rocks...
Again, Chan's head twisted, pivoting in question. Sanguine? His mother called it beautiful, and asked what it meant. Chan felt pretty sure he knew, but that it was being suggested for the tranquil mountain lake made him question himself.
"Er, doesn't that mean... blood?"
Speaking of... his mismatched eyes glanced toward the general direction of the historical den site they'd been using out of habit and familiarity. It was...
hard passing by the bones of your father and the disaster that killed him every dusk and dawn. It was like the moment was frozen, like they couldn't escape it.
"I'd like to stay away from death stuff... like uh also... maybe dad's grave should be... just dad's grave. I... I want a new den. I think it'd be good for us..."