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

Excited? Ohhh, that was just the tippity-top of the tree. His mother was planning a festival! He'd loved the festival last time, when Novella and Frith had held one in the East. He was already looking forward to the spars - please, please let there be spars! - and getting to meet new faces. So as he took a seat on the boulder beside his mother, he was having a hard time keeping still, and his tail was having none of it. The vibrant, fluffy red appendage swept incessantly over the stone behind him. Cinder, while just as excited, was more stately. After all, a two year old Queen feline must hold herself with dignity. It was one of the few lessons she could remember from her true mother.

She carried herself at a dignified pace, squirrel like fluffy tail held regally in the air, head just as high, and took a seat between Regulus' restless, huge paws. As Surreal's call rolled out, and wolves already began arriving, Regulus grinned at the sight of Creed and his sister, lifting a paw to drape over Faite's head and shoulder in a playful sort of noogie as she came to greet them, nuzzling each. "Dia duit, deirfiúr! Cloisim tú, agus go raibh a mháthair a sparra. Tá súil agam go bhfaigheann tú céim is mian leat." He grinned, baritone, accented voice fairly bubbling with excitement. "Fan go dtí go éisteacht leat cad mam a bhfuil i ndán dúinn!."

Hint dropped, he watched Faite take a seat and grinned at Creed. Ohhh, he was so excited.