a þing of splendor

 It wasn't at all surprising that Katja had called a meeting. There was much to discuss. The direction of their pack, her own pregnancy - their were duties to be taken on by the others that Katja could not bear alone. Or rather, should not handle alone. Surely the rest of Yfir would be as ecstatic as he was.. and saying he was ecstatic about Katja's future spawn was a slight understatement.  Kaprasius was giddy upon hearing her call, and merrily made his way to the bottom of the gorge.

Most of the pack had arrived already. He eyed a rather uncertain looking silver-furred man, as he was unfamiliar to him. He spotted Laufey's concubine, and their child - as well as Laufey's other son - and he'd flash the two a smile as he arrived. Laufey's slave was here as well, and he spotted Inga with two ravens who sat upon her shoulders. Bernadette, Harekr, Inga, and Lyndvarr were here as well. His paws carried him nearest to Inga, where he sat and observed the birds quietly, amused as he waited for Katja to begin.