Hey, Hi, Hello [ARGEAD MEETING]

Her brother called the pack together, which was probably overdue. The flood had been an unforeseen disaster for the pack. So many had been injured, but luckily, none had been lost. Massive paws collided with the earth as she headed towards her brothers call, head low between her shoulders. The muddy earth did nothing to cloak her approach, squelching mud between her toes and making obnoxious sucking noises as she lifted her feet. Whorls of colour that traversed her long limbs were obscured by mud and grass from her patrol. With the waters receding, scent markers had to be placed back along the borders. It was laborious, and the warm spring air was weighing her down. The rest of her winter coat was still trying to cling desperately to her, and it was only hindering her movements.

So far, the gathering was sparse. A few wolves, only some of which she recognized from when her brother claimed the pack. The rest were unfamiliar, but she took note of their appearances. One of them was just a child, plain in appearance but exuberant in posture. A lazy grin found itself upon her face as the celestial titan wove through the group to take a seat beside her brother. "Popladne, golema oaf. SekoJ što sakaš da se vika denes?" She questioned, making use of the few words she knew in the common tongue. She reveled in knowing she could, and would, speak freely and casually to her brother in their native language, since no one in the pack understood it. Not to mention, her brother was abysmal when it came to maintaining order with his voice. He was gentle and kind, having left her with the angry, bitter genes in the womb.

After surveying the rag-tag group, the cosmic dame busied herself with cleaning the mud from her fur. The filth higher up her legs was already mostly dry, and she pulled it from her coat with her teeth. "Where is little hobbit? Trying to round up the mongrels?" She questioned in the common tongue, glancing up at her brother. Her english was still awful, and the thick burr of an accent would probably never leave her voice. She resumed cleaning, observing the pack for new arrivals to the meeting. It was unusual for the cobalt pixie not to be glued to her brothers side by now, all smiles and cheer. If anyone would know where she was, it was Mith.