Sharpen Your Blades, Keep Them Ready

*Creed* · 02-25-2016, 07:15 PM

There definitely seemed to be an abundance of meetings lately. While there'd only been the first one when the pack formed, the healers meeting he hadn't attended (because honestly who wanted to lose a limb because of his inefficiency to recognize the right herbs), the meeting to talk about the festival, and the spars (which he also hadn't participated in) it still seemed like a lot for such a short amount of time. One of these times he was worried something might be seriously wrong.

A new howl rang across the territory and Creed rose from his den where he'd been resting. It didn't have a tinge of worry or anger to it so he doubted it was anything bad. Maybe it was more plans for the festival that she needed to announce. Regardless of what it was it sounded important so he left his den in a hurry, eager to get there in a timely manner. He'd learned that if you were early you were on time and if you were on time you were late.

He arrived fairly quickly and was surprised to see that even Regulus hadn't gotten there yet. Surreal and Faite were the only two so far so he offered them a smile and a nod of his head in greeting before taking a seat.

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