Meinx knew that the pack would come, though she was slightly surprised by the speed. nonetheless it sped things up rather quickly, and the next thing she heard had caught her attention immediately. What shall they do? Slit the solstice queens throat? Though, before the Adravendi babe could put forward a suggestion someone would beat her to them, so she would simply say none at all. " Ill help in anyway i can Cataleya, we'll make sure the 'queen' pays for loosing your crown." Her words where dark, though wasn't everyone elses like that right now? Everyone spoke of war and death, and meinx was all in. The first war Alactria was in she was far to young to participate, but if there was to be a second she wanted to be apart of it, just like her father had once.

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He was silent, sitting back as he allowed to pack meeting to flow around him. He would listen carefully, tentative, as he regarded Cataeya's every movement. He would listen to her announcements, a festival? Nataleya, he remembered that name, his sister had mentioned it to him, that was the woman who was to accept or deny Solo as the suitor to a princess. He hadn't heard of his nephews acceptance nor his imprisonment so a gentle curiosity nagged at him. For that matter where the hell was his sister? And his other nieces and nephews? He and Cat had some back to Alacrita to find Covari disbanded and Valhalla gone. At least she had left him a parting gift. He would be pulled from his thoughts by an echo of murderous voices. Solstice? He would remain silent until the black and white speckled boy would bound from the group to stand before Kylar. The massive male would turn his attention to his grandson and smile softly. "If you would like to go then yes we can go. I will accompany you." He would rumble softly, offering a soft smile to the boy. Kylar had kind of been planning to stay home for it, not being the social type but if Amarant wanted to go then he would go.

Speech!

The rest of the pack would file in, but he paid no mind. He listened as his Queen spoke, memorizing each word, though not reacting once. His gaze would lift at the mentioning of him and his brother, but immediately his gaze would fall again. He sat silently, slumped over, eyes trained on the ground. The Queen spoke of a woman, one that apparently needed to be punished. Ideas of revenge would be spouted from the pack. Briefly it would capture his attention. Revenge. She needed to pay for wronging the silver queen. Someone needed to pay for the death of his mother. But who? Brows would furrow in silent contemplation. Revenge. Some one would pay. Someone killed his mother, someone needed to pay. And someone would pay. His verdant gaze narrowed to slits, glaring at the ground. He had reached a turning point on his short life and yet he didn't realize it. Speech,

The rest of the pack would file in behind her, and her mother wasted no time in getting started. She would listen to each word her mother spoke. Her half brother had claimed a pack of his own. A smirk would lift her lips when her when her mother spoke of the russets queen. She had been such a pitiful sight for a queen. It came as no surprise that her other wanted to continue to extract her revenge on the poor woman. Ears would perk at the mentioning of her fathers grandsons. Her gaze would immediately flicker to the two unfamiliar faces. More family. She would have to meet them soon. Her mother would continue, speaking of ranks. S smile would lift her lips as her name was mentioned, her emerald gaze sweeping the crowd. It seemed that her mother was keen on being social, they would going to a festival. She would stay silent, already knowing a few of the Olympus wolves. She could meet them whenever she wanted. The only time she spoke is when her mother wanted everyones opinion. "I will stand by you mother, whatever you decide." "Burn Baby Burn"

More and more wolves continued to filter in. Her little mind was ready to explode with so many new faces and scents. Her gaze didn't stay on one face for more than a few seconds. And when the silver woman began to speak, her eyes would widen with admiration. She didn't understand what the woman was staying, but the power in her voice was captivating. She sat silently, wide eyes resting on the woman's face. A few others would speak, but she still didn't understand what was being said. It wasn't until her mother would stiff that the spell was broken. Her head would tip back, peering up at her mothers with questioning eyes. Was something wrong? She would blink, her tiny tail wagging, the tiny girl leaning over to lick at her mothers leg, hoping to comfort her.

The demands for war would fill the air, and she would chuckle. It pleased her greatly to know that her minions were so eager for blood. Soon. She would rise, her gaze would sweeping across the group before stopping on her golden toy. "Retribution will come." Her commanding voice was loud enough for the entire pack to hear, though her gaze would single out the russet bitch's sister. There was not a doubt in her mind that Maija was loyal to Arcanum, but she considered the pathetic queen to be family, and that would always stand in the way. At least the the russet pawn took her last breath. Releasing the woman from her gaze, she would glance at each face, coming to rest on the spotted boy. He had burst forth clearly not being taught any manners in his short life. "You are all dismissed." She would speak the pack, calling the meeting to an end. They had been productive, there was no use in keeping them any longer. When she made up her mind, she would call them together once more. "You, dear boy, will learn just who runs this pack." Lips would curl back briefly, fangs glinting in the sun. "You may attend the festival with us." She would allow him his wish, but sooner or later she would beat some sense into him. "Burn Baby Burn"

Amarant would wag his tail to Kylar's agreement. His tongue came out slightly with a smile, he was excited! But The queen would dismiss the rest of the wolves, then turning and practically hissing at him. He pulled his ears back, though he gave a childish, almost confused face not seeing what he did wrong.


"What's up with her?" He whispered as he stepped up on a rock beside his grandfather to match his height, almost. Though it was probably loud enough for her to hear. He still carried his puppy grin, eyeing Kylar waiting for a response, even just a gesture.


He then took a second to look out at the departing wolves, looking for his brother. He actually wanted to walk back with him, but quickly he shook his head to the thought.

Caeto would stop his worry as Cataleya would dismiss them. His ears swiveling, still unsure on how he felt. He would be loyal, of course. But he just hoped no one from the pack saw his act and planned on killing him in his sleep or something. He would turn his head to look to the front once again, seeing as the black spotted boy hopped up on a rock and looked very eager for some reason, Cat not look thrilled to say the least. He would give this thought, he could debate with himself, that was fine. And sooner or later he would talk to Cat. He needed to. Caeto turned his body around, off to make himself a den not too close to the others, but not as far to say he was terrified of them. He only gave the boy one last glance before leaving. -Exit Caeto- Walk"Talk"