Lackaday, lackaday, it was over! Satoru allowed himself to relax at last when the alpha showed them the cloaks, and happily the teen pulled out a particularly dark one (hopefully it would shield his shining pelt!) and slid it on. Ever would the boy be conscious of his appearances, for the others all seemed very confident in their movements, and Sato was not a particularly bright wolf - pelt excluded.
Would he be able to live up to the expectations of this pack because of said golden fur? Perhaps this was to be a challenge he would overcome in the future! Yes, he had to keep such positive thoughts in such a shadowed environment . . . He was part of them now; there wasn't much more room left for thoughts saying otherwise.