[Pack Meeting!] Let's Get On That Dance-floor!

Despite the threat hagning from Yfir, Surreal had decided it was high time to hold that Festival. So, with Regulus by her side, she leapt to climb the meeting boulder, head tipping up to call for the Pack. She planned to hold the Festival in a few weeks' time, despite the growing heat in her loins that had begun as Summer rounded the seasonal bend.

She intended to meet with Mithras, and use the following days to get in touch with Leo, Glacier, Voltage, and Bass to let them know. She wasn't sure where she would stand with Imperium; she had heard rumors that Valentine had some odd connection to the land, and a talk with Arian in the past, after the late Adravendi had moved Sonticus, and been maimed, had given the impression that Valentine would be the real pack to keep an eye on for serious trouble. They had a lot of wolves, and most of them were clearly massively good fighters.

But for now, it was high time the packs Celebrated life and Summer; not just packs, either. Rogues would be welcome to join; perhaps it would open awareness that there were two packs who had room for members in their ranks. She wanted to get her pack's ideas on events to hold, and make it known that a hunt was to be held for sure in the festival, to feed the guests.

As for Pack business related decisions, she would save those for a later meeting, after the festival. This was just a meeting to discuss festival plans, though all were required to attend this call.

Her voice wasn't demanding, though it held the note of 'come here now, please' that was sure to draw everyone to her, with all hope. As her muzzle lowered, she cast a quick grin to her son and his companion, noting the excitement on his face. His last festival experience had been quite good, as had her own. She hoped for a repeat of that experience.

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