James chuckled at Sam and nodded; taking a seat at the bar and taking a deep breath of the sweet smell of French toast. 

  Slowly, the room began to fill and bustling activity became heavy on their air. More and more pack members gathered, before a tall man appeared and stood up on a small stool at the head of the room. 

  "Family" he had called them, and right away James knew this man was the Ulfric of the pack. Sitting up straight in his chair he watched him announce the day's chores and activities. A trip to town, patrol, or work setting up the sacred grounds. 

  [color=8dc73f]Well then.....I wonder if they'd mind my helping them.....[/color]

  James thought for a moment. He didn't really want to go to town just yet.....not after taking all that time just to get up to this part of the mountain. Patrol didn't seem enjoyable either.....too much moving around. 

  So, with a smile on his face he stood from his seat and glanced over at Sam. Reaching out with his thoughts he attempted to mindspeak with her, [color=8dc73f]"Do you think the Ulfric would mind if I helped out?"[/color]

 He stepped foreword through the crowd and made way to the head of the room; where the clipboard had been set. 
James hung around it for a moment and watched as other pack members wrote their names and the activity they would like to take part in. 

  Not many signed up for working on the sacred grounds......maybe that would be a good job for him....