Heralds of Spring [Pack Meeting]

Dómari was sleeping in late when he heard Regulus' call. At first he didn't move, he thought it was part of a dream he was having and thus he snoozed a little longer. He'd stayed up late into the night finishing the storage den for his herbs and dragging in sticks to painstakingly create a drying rack for them. It had been brutal but fruitful work. Now he just needed to get a good herb supply going.

Dómari's eyes snapped open. The meeting! He bounded up so quickly he knocked his head on the ceiling of his den and yelped in surprise. Crap! He hoped he wasn't going to be late. Sprinting from the den he headed toward the meeting area where Regulus waited as well as a large group of wolves who were still mostly strangers to Dómari. Regulus wasn't speaking and the young man breathed a sigh of relief. Good he wasn't late. He smiled warmly at Regulus and dipped his head in greeting to the older man.