Although he would never admit it, Stellan was a bit…overwhelmed by the sheer number of wolves who had come to attend the party. A festival of sorts that he had yet to fully understand. But he had come because he didn’t want to be left behind, and though his fear was a lump in his chest, his desire to experience (really, his FOMO) was too great for him to ignore.

And so he had come, he had watched, and he found himself content with just that. Watching. Thinking. Not speaking. And staying as close to his siblings as he could.

Still, though, he did look at the rest in awe as the adults ambled about. Confident and sure of themselves, he knew.

However, it was the screaming of another voice that had brought Stellan out of his thoughts, as his stare had glazed over the silhouettes of moving bodies in the distance.

And then, with the shriek and the stomping of someone’s foot, Stellan blinked himself back to consciousness.

What—?

He heard Solana’s voice come next, and for a moment, his brows furrowed. Who was she talking to? And what was a cousin?

Curiously, he rose to his paws and trotted carefully toward his sister’s side before briefly sending a narrowed gaze toward the very loud “cousin” between them.

Who are you? He asked.

And boy was she large!

He wondered how she’d look against the height of his brother, Nik…

And then Stellan smirked, amused with that train of thought.

You are tall.