DJ Turn It Up [MEETING]

With her heat cycle blessedly over and her hormones back to normal, it was safe for Evangeline to finally venture out once more among her packmates - and her father provided her with a lovely opportunity, as his deep voice rang over Imperium lands. She took the time to wriggle into her lovely, freshly cleaned pack and shook herself to settle it comfortably before she took off at a trot for the range. She pranced into the meeting at a slow, dignified waltz, all the better to show off the bright orange of her medical bag. It was unique, useful, and eyecatching in a bold way against the darkness of her coat, and she was ever so proud of it. Even if there were only a handful of wolves there to see, which was disappointing. Maybe she shouldn't have rushed. But Angelus and Seraphim were there so they could see her pack and be jealous. "Where's your slave, Angelus," she hissed at him as quietly as she could manage, with an audible sniff as she seated herself next to him in such a way as to not be entirely dwarfed by his extra inches in height.