DJ Turn It Up [MEETING]

Cas nudged Chaos awake as Valen called the pack together. He was a yearling now, with the leggy gangly body that all her pups had at this age, but since the den had been built to accommodate three pups that size it was easily comfortable enough for them both, and Chaos didn't seem inclined yet to seek out his own den. She didn't mind. Maybe she was just getting soft in her old age (ha.) but she found herself more often than not feeling... lonely, when she slept in this big den alone. They'd both been out on patrol much of the night, and maybe it was just strange dreams, but she'd felt down and a little rough around the edges this morning. A little nostalgic maybe. She remembered how full her den used to feel, and then the times Valen used to sleep just outside, and she missed those days. The world just seemed more and more complicated these days. Still, shaking off the gloom was easier with Chaos rolling around with loud, goofy complaints, and she loped towards the range without any sign of the weirdly emotional thoughts that had lingered upon her waking up. "Hey Valen," she chirped, bouncing up to the alpha's side and flopping down at his shoulder without hesitation. She refrained from batting at his paws... barely... and settled for sprawling on her belly at his side. Let him keep a bit of dignity. She was pleased to see all three of their older children were there already, even if Angel and Vana were already hard at work snipping at each other.