[Meeting] Drag Me To The Grave

ooc: This meeting is absolutely necessary for everyone. I'll be assigning mentors for pups as well as discussing a few other things. If you feel as though you can't meet the deadline pm me and we can discuss a solution. First round ends March 25th.

Faite was in a bad mood and that would still be the understatement of a century. She hadn't expected to need to hold a pack meeting like this - she'd planned to have one regardless, but now the matter was urgent. Originally she'd only had a few light announcements to make, but now this changed everything. She'd been patrolling the borders, as usual, when she'd come across it. It was just there, on the ground, glistening and smelly. Blood. Lots and lots of blood along with tufts of fur. She could smell it before she'd even seen it and she already knew who it belonged to. Ritsy. Her mood had plummeted since then and turned into frantic worrying. She'd searched the immediate area, but had seen no sign of Ritsy. There was no body to be discovered and no blood trail to follow either to see if he'd escaped. It'd been on the sandy shore by the river - had he escaped into the waters? If so there would be no tracking him or whomever had attacked him. The scents would surely be washed away which only infuriated her. Surely no one in the pack had attacked him, would they? He hadn't bothered anyone since they'd moved here. Sure, Zell hadn't exactly liked him, but past that first meeting there hadn't been any instances, so what had happened to him? As much as she wanted to call the pack to the scene of the crime she padded further down the river. The pups would show up, as she had other things to announce as well, and she didn't want them to be there to witness the scene. Sure, they'd learn what blood looked like in due time. It was a part of their nature - they'd hunt prey and participate in their own battles later on down the road, but they were too young right now and seeing such a gruesome scene of a pack mate, and friend, was something she didn't want to put them through. So she paced back and forth in front of the river, further down stream away from the border, before throwing up her head and letting out a loud and frantic call for her pack mates. Her tone suggested that attending was non-negotiable. She expected everyone to show up - and quickly. Walk, "Talk" Think