Spirits of the Past [Pack Meeting!]

Spring had come, and with it, the time to hold her first meeting as the leader of Celestial. Aurielle trotted through the plains, Aelloshir padding after her with the cheerfully chattering ring-tailed lemur Ayodele sitting astride his back. Paladin was already heading to the meeting place ahead of her, and as she passed her cousin, she smiled at him.

The shimmering white wolf leapt neatly onto the great boulder and turned, settling her haunches on the stone, warmed just slightly from the midmorning rays of sunshine, and flicked her bannered tail to curl around her hips. There was a great deal to fill in the pack about, from all the changes that would be made, to her own leadership, and a deep warning that she would not put up with lackluster performance and activity under her rule.

Blowing out a sigh, she tipped her head to the sky and released a long howl, calling for the pack – what little remained of it – as well as Gwenevere, her fellow leader for the time being until she found her own second.

Her head lowered, eyes casting about the plains as Paladin settled in to wait, and then her breath caught with hopeful excitement as a familiar masculine song rang out from the borders to the northwest. Her father was back… And he sounded practically exuberant. He would be there in time for her first meeting.

The young leader wanted desperately to bound from the rock and race to meet him, but she’d already called the pack. And so, she waited, weight shifting from paw to paw before her, for everyone to gather.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think