Knocking at your Gates [p]

a crescendo of excitement was rolling throughout jupiter's conscience, a result of both the prospect of friendly competition and who it was with. she hadn't thought an alliance would have been possible with any pack for a long while, but here they were, discussing the terms of the sealing of one. she pondered over his suggestions, finding that it was extremely difficult to suppress her urge to wriggle and shift her weight in her excitement. the lass' tail began to flick to and fro with a gentle pace, but hopefully it wasn't too noticeable.



"my dear king gerhardt, may i propose that the fishing be held here instead?" maybe she did feel like being a bit of a show-off, but she tried not to make that fact too obvious. "it'd adore it if your pack could see the waters at night. we could hold racing and possibly sparring in your lands in the afternoon or morning, and then after the travel here we could hunt, maybe feast a bit, and then in the evening, when the sun is setting, we could hold the fishing competition. the fish become the most active when the sun begins to set, and by the time all is said and done, everyone can enjoy the waters." she paused, and then blinked, seeming to reconsider something. "or, rather, we could split it up into two days. now that i think about it, a night to rest between certain activities would be nice, and that way most of your pack wouldn't be gone for almost half of a day."



some might think it disrespectful or pitiful for her to have even the slightest edge of paranoia in the face of such a joyous union of two packs, but the sad truth was that they would have to find some way to defend their lands. not all wolves acted on good intent, and the guilt that jupiter would feel if something happened to seracia because of a silly suggestion... she averted her eyes, lowering her head a little, almost as if she nearly regretted making the request for an alteration in the plan already.