Isiah was not a creature happy to be called to such a meeting. He was tired, fatigued in both body and spirit and the chicken he had devoured on the way to the meeting had hardly taken the edge of the hunger that ruled him in the week of the full moon. It was on the wane now, of course, but it did not make life any easier.
He had not had time to read the paper, only to snatch a look at the letter sent to his home. He had spent the day asleep- the previous night of prowling roof-tops and running wild and free in the streets with more select members of his pack had exhausted him, and was more yet another unwelcome reminder of his increasing age.
He settled heavily into a chair, grunting a greeting to his fellow council members, and when he noticed their stares, made the effort to wipe the last stain of blood from his chin. He muttered an apology, expecting the proceeding to already have begun, and when he realised they hadn't, he looked up, frowning. "The boy not bothered to turn up yet?" He asked, looking to his other Council members.