"Yeah that was my pack, a hot iron to seal wounds." Jacen  replied rubbing at an old scar. Jacen followed her outside, his mind trailing back to that time, before he snapped back into the real world.<br/>"And yeah I love it rare, wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled gentilly, breathing in the fresh air. Jacen felt like he was being stared at, in truth he wasn't. But the mark of shane on his neck had made him very paraniod. It was normal practice to kill shamed after all. Jacen had their alpha's asurance of safty but even the most discaplined pack had it's rebelious elements.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh Jacen followed her to the dinning hall, where the enter pack turned and looked at him as he walked through the door. Jacen looked around, there were so many faces. That just amplified his nerves as he wasn't good with new people.