There was too much that the pack needed to know. Most by now knew about Vail and Solors death, and the new pups that were suddenly under her care. Most knew about Motif being missing, and the Alphas failed attempts to find her. But there was a lot more going on in the alpha family that needed to be shared with the pack.

With Rhyme on one side, and Poem and Theory on the other, Shaye would look to these members of her family, and offer them all an encouraging smile, before she turned to the open meeting point, and howled. Calling to the members of Abaven, so they might know what was happening in their borders, and how the world in Abaven would soon be changing.

End date for round: 27/8/19

Although she was present, her mind was a million miles away. Theory leaned into Poem's side, using her sister's warmth as a bolster. The frigid autumn winds were inhospitable. Winter would be coming soon, and Abaven would change like the seasons. They were facing a difficult crossroads, and she hoped that the pack would welcome her as heir. Poem had seemed like the obvious choice, even if some believed her parentage to be polluted. Theory had only ever seen her sisters as the purest, best parts of both her father and Shaye. She could only hope that once the other pack members gathered they would be receptive to Shaye's announced. Her life was about to change. "Speech"

Rhyme couldn’t be sad about stepping down from his position, though Shaye had asked him he felt it was the right decision. He needed to find his daughter. Motif had to be his number one focus. Eulogy and her pups could get along without him for a while. Shaye would be taking up all the responsibility of the large pack. She would need to train Theory, keep things running on a day to day scale, as well as help to raise her sister’s orphans.

Rhyme sighed heavily and sat tall beside his alpha partner, though he wouldn’t be able to call her that for much longer. He nuzzled her comfortingly before sitting back, blue and lavender gaze bright as he awaited the pack.

Poem leaned into Theo with as much support as she was taking. Without Motif she felt a little lost, and it was nice to have her sibling to lean on. Knowing what she would be doing instead.. Poem was sad she had to give up her position, but it felt right. She had to find Motif and bring her home. That was her first priority. She tried to look brave, she and her father were going to be together. Poem was still facing a dark unknown. She offered a quick smile back to her mom, but she didn’t feel the emotion behind it. She was scared for her sister. Both of them. Theory had a huge task in front of her now, and Motif was out there somewhere. She took a deep breath as Shaye called forth the pack, and prayed that the meeting was over quickly. She was too distracted to realize this would be her first pack meeting.

Twig hadn’t expected her uncle’s death so soon after Vail. She’d tried to give him his space and time to mourn, but he seemed to just fade away. It had been hard to take, having only just met him. Mostly she grieved for their children. Caramel ears fell to her head as she tried to make sure the puppies got to the meeting alright. She knew they wouldn’t warm up to her right away, but she’d brought them breakfast and introduced herself.

She asked Beat, Pitch, and Tempo to follow her to where Shaye called for the pack to gather. She tried to smile for them, and offer her support but they didn’t know her. She wasn’t their mother. The Memoire girl found a place to watch the alpha family. Unsure where this meeting was going. They were all hurting.

Noir made his way in under Odysseus's watchful gaze. He’d learned a lot from his mentor, and had come to respect him for the most part. The boy still hated his punishment, and hadn’t made any effort to apologize or repent for his actions against Poem. He hadn’t caused any other trouble either. Besides hassling a couple loners at the border. Soon enough he’d make his intentions known, for now the boy kept his head down and did as he was told. Noir did his best to avoid any puppies he might find underfoot, finding a place to sit by himself. He’d even resist the urge to sneer at Poem, and kept his features blank as he sat up proudly. He had little care for the passing of wolves he didn’t know. And while everyone worried about Motif he internally celebrated her disappearance. Served Poem right losing her sister and her aunt.

Benedict maybe he was out of the loop, but Benedict didn't know much of what was going on. the surge of newborns... he was aware of that, though anything else was vacant. Abaven was largely a family pack and he felt at a loss for how to even begin getting involved. all he had done was hunt and hunt and hunt. no release, no real socializing. he didn't think this pack was for him. maybe it was time to move to another realm; he had nothing here. it wasn't for lack of trying though. some responded to him. some did not. still unsure what to do, he'd settle down at the back of the gathered wolves and keep quiet. keep largely to himself, really. "Speech" ooc; benedict will be set inactive quite soon (after the hunting thread) so feel free to skip him/not acknowledge him

A pack meeting! The sound of the call should have filled him with excitement, instead, the pup jumped to his feet, tail low to the ground and eyes wide. Cuddled into furs in the den, the youth had been comfy and napping, but now? Now he was expected to go out there…Great…Tentatively he made his way to the mouth of the den. Poking his head out and looking around, wolves of all sizes flocked towards one central location. Hesitantly, he slipped from the den, belly low to the ground he slunk towards the meeting. Once there, his wide eyes took in the wolves and then the sight of a bush. Ears came forward briefly before he made his way around the gathering to the bush. Laying down within the protection of its branches with only half of his face pushed out of it so he could see and hear alright. This was good enough, right? He was here.


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Leonce made his way towards the call. Despite his best efforts he still wasn’t seeing anyone new since the festival. All these wolves and none of them wanted to interact with him? It made him sad to think about it. One of the reasons he joined the pack in the first place was so that he could make new friends, if he couldn’t do that then what was the point?

By the time he got to the meeting his face showed his feelings of gloom. The meeting probably wouldn’t be about anything he knew. He didn’t talk to anyone and no one talked to him, how could he be a part of the pack when no one seemed to notice him.

A pack meeting? How exciting! Desolate's tail wiggled fiercely behind him and he sprinted towards the call as quick as his tiny legs could manage. In reality he probably should have went back to the den first to wait for mom, but he was just too excited. The tiny pup barreled in, weaving through legs until he made it near the front of the gathering. Ahead of him was Rhyme, Shaye, and a bunch of his cousins. Was that where the pups were supposed to stand in pack meetings? Desolate sunk back into the crowd to use the many bigger wolves to conceal himself as he moved closer to the family he had present. He wanted to sit with the other pups and his uncle, at least until mom showed up. That would be okay, right? He came up from behind the alpha cluster and crouched low until he'd made it to Rhyme. He didn't want to be the center of attention, so he settled for sitting upon Rhyme's tail with the confidence of knowing nobody could see his tiny form behind his uncle's towering own. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Brandr was just finishing tanning the elk hide the hunters had brought down. He'd been pleased with the way they'd worked together and he hoped for more big hunts in the future. The cache of autumn meat was being preserved and with luck it would feed them into the winter. The stores in general seemed to be coming along well. A call rang out and Brandr moved to the stream to wash the elk brains off his paws. Carefully putting the hide away in a safe place to continue curing he headed out toward the meeting where a number of Abaven wolves were already present. Spying Twig, one of his fellow hunters he moved to sit next to her. "How are you finding those antlers?" He'd forgotten to ask what she planned to do with them but he was always curious what other hunters did with the less edible parts of their game. Not that this was really the time to chat but he hoped to get in a bit of small talk before the meeting started. "Talk" "You" Think

A lot in Abaven certainly had changed. For the better, or for the worse, Corvus wasn't quite sure... but a lot of good had happened lately, too. His brother was home, and he'd gotten to reconnect with him. He'd started to mentor Theory. He felt relatively confident that he wouldn't be demoted as Blackthorn. On a less positive note, his sister was still gone, and he still missed his best friend like crazy. Sometimes it was hard to shake that feeling of restlessness, even when he knew deep down that things were pretty damn good. At least he wasn't completely dreading this meeting this time... He headed there as quickly as his paws could take him, pulling him from a brief walk around the territory. He'd been straying toward Abaven's western territories, trying to make sure the borders were marked and nothing was amiss. Luckily there was nothing of interest to report, but he still hurried as quickly as he could, only panting slightly by the time he made it to the meeting. Quite a few wolves were already there, but not all of them. He cast a glance around the group before finding a spot to sit, on his own but not too far from everyone else that his arrival would go unnoticed.

Verse would have honestly skipped the meeting if it wasn't for the fact that her brother stood alone in Abaven without her. She wasnt blind to the way theory was in with Shaye, acting as if Tana had never been their mother and as if shaye was. She might be their dad's lover but she was far from their mother. With alma on her back and her ravens overhead she came to stand beside her brother. Her eyes went over those here indifferent towards them all until they landed on the alpha pair and her siblings. An anger danced there as she looked upon them all up there. Her ravens came to perch on her back as Alma climbed to cling to verse's chest. Both ravens were silent but shared the looks that she did for those that lead this meeting.

She was silent but she leaned into Noir not only to show him the affection no one else did, but to show him she was with him. Whatever he wanted she did too. She was more than angry with their father and shaye. Noir was forced to work had and she was ignored. Neither were good enough in the eyes of their father and she knew it. Quietly to Noir she whispered, "Guess Theory decided she's Shaye's new daughter. Should probably remind her later where she stands too." she was well aware of her brother's behavior and resentment of poem and honestly she was with him. Shaye's kids got to be special and they got to be forgotten about.

"Speech"

Beat stuck close to his auntie Autumn, all wide eyes and slim paws as he took his place at the meeting beside her. There were so many wolves? How did anyone keep track of all of them? He felt afraid, and wished Tempo was there beside him, but it didn’t seem he had caught up to them yet. He whimpered and curled in closer to his aunt, his ears pinning back as he hid. He’d lost so much in such a short amount of time that it made him turn inward and shy away from most people regardless of whether they were strangers or not. Autumn at least reminded him of his mother with her white fur and faint stripes, but she smelled like their father which made her the best of a bad situation. ""

We're still too young, this is too much. But I still know that there must have been something that I could have done. While his brother lamented Tempo not being right on his tail the boy wouldn't be far behind, he lagged behind his aunt and brother, simply allowing them to pull further and further ahead of him. He simply couldn't find the energy to keep up. Not that he was too far behind. As he approached the boy turned his attention away from the curious gaze of those already gathered, while the boy had never been shy he didn't particularly feel sociable lately. The boy picked up his pace, trotting over to his aunt and brother, pressing himself into Beat and seeking some solace in that contact, desperatly clinging to what he had left. The boy would settle uneasily on his haunches, waiting, for whatever would come. "Breathe" & Grieve

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Much like her brother Gloom wasn't exactly brimming with excitement, in fact, she was dreading having to leave the den, but as she watched Spirit and Desolate leave the den she also didn't want to just leave them to fend for themselves. The girl danced on her toes, whining and looking back into the den, hoping to see her mother or remaining siblings to help give her the push she needed but no such luck. Finally driven by nervousness and anxiety the girl burst from the den mouth, racing after the disappearing forms of her brothers. Gloom veered towards the scent trail of her brother Spirit as she realized Desolate had headed towards the busiest part of the gathering. Whining again the girl pushed herself in beside Spirit, seeking to sink into his side, not even pushing her head out as he had, curling in on herself in anxiety. She could see her uncle and while she wanted nothing more than to find herself in the safety of his presence there was a whole group of wolves between him and them and the girl dared not risk the mad dash. Gloom would resign herself to this miserable post for now, though she'd eagerly move to her mother's side when she arrived. Speak! Think!

Odysseus strode into the meeting with Olafur trailing behind him. He paused just long enough to look over those gathered before he began looking for a place to sit. There were quite a number of puppies in the pack now and Odysseus wondered what the adult to pup ratio was at this point. 2 to 1? He'd have to pay attention to who all showed up. He settled down at a distance where he could keep an eye on Noir without looking like a jailer. The boy was doing well and keeping out of trouble. He deserved to be able to attend a meeting without feeling like there was a red-eyed giant peeking over his shoulder.   "Odysseus" and "Olafur"

Okay so Octave had to admit he'd been slipping slightly, letting himself get a bit complacent and he knew he couldn't keep letting that happen. So he would set off towards the meeting, Noko perched happily on his back, leaning so her chest was pressed against the top of his head, peering bright-eyed at the gathered crowd, even giving some nods and smiles here and there. Octave for his part gave the alpha's a deep nod of respect then cast his violet gaze around those gathered, frowning when he realized neither of his siblings had shown up yet. Though there were a staggering wealth of pups. He settled himself with some space on either side of him for his siblings to comfortably join him... hopefully. "Ocatve" "Noko" Think You

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Samara was aware of the loss Rhyme had gone through lately, though she'd done her best not to pester him. Which was frustrating in more than a few ways for the woman, she'd been feeling more than lately that she'd maybe been taking some steps back. He'd seemed distant the last few times they'd interacted pushing back on her flirting, so she'd withdrawn from him a bit as of late. More than that she wanted to comfort him, wanted to be someone he could confide in, though she wasn't ready to admit it, she was hurt he was pulling away from her.

Still she'd do her best to put on a good face, she was good at that, at hiding her true feelings. Though it had never been quite so hard before, she'd never been emotionally invested in anyone other than her family before... She approached the meeting, giving Shaye a respectful but impersonal nod, and she tried to do the same for Rhyme though her heart tightened and for a moment she wasn't certain she'd kept some of that pain from her face. Then her gaze shifted to Theory, a genuine smile gracing her features as she saw the young girl sitting with her father. Well there was something happy at least, Samara liked the girl and as she passed she gave the girl a wink before going to seat herself, alone.

Speech

A meeting was being called for the first time since the fire. She wasn't so sure she wanted to go. Nobody had checked on her since the incident, and she was questioning whether it was worth staying here. Like many others, she felt invisible here. The only one who had really spoken to her was Aiden and sometimes her brothers. She knew most if not all the Destruction family was here, but she felt like an outsider despite sharing their blood. With flattened ears, she slunk towards the meeting, but each step sent her heart pounding against her ribs as the anxiety started to flood her. What would they think when they saw her? For the first time she didn't have the bandages on her face. Her wound had healed but the fire had left behind an ugly mess in the aftermath. She quietly slunk around the back of the group, gaze frantically searching for someone familiar. Aiden wasn't here yet, but she saw Octave. She would hurry to his side, the girl trying desperately to hide the scarred side of her face until she reached her brother where she then hurriedly pressed the burned side into his fur to hide it. She lied on the ground, her form pressing tightly to his as she gradually started to shake out of fear but...mostly from anxiety. "Speak"