Spirits of the Past [Pack Meeting!]

Her squeaking little pups were safely tucked away sleeping in one of the inner alcoves of her den on the Moor. Though they were rapidly approaching the age that they would take their first foray out into the sun, for now they were still at the age where they spent most of their time eating and sleeping. So when Aurielle's call for the pack to gather came, Gwen had no issue with leaving them there alone for the time to make her way at a lope towards the plains and the meeting place there, particularly with the mostly-grown kitten Princess watching them and ready to make a run for the meeting place to fetch her if she was needed.

She'd still not formally decided on names for them all yet, since they were just getting to where their personalities were beginning to emerge, but she was beginning to get an idea of what she thought would suit each of them. Her oldest pup, a male with still-blurry red markings, was showing signs that he would easily tower over his siblings as an adult and bore her own crystalline blue eyes, she was leaning towards Artur for him. Her second born was a girl with tan markings that bore flecks of white through them that put her in mind of both her mother's markings and her father's more distinct appaloosa markings, markings that she herself bore. She'd thought of naming the girl Epiphron, after her mother, but that loss was just too raw and new yet... she wasn't ready for that. So she was still struggling with a name for that girl. Her second born boy though had been easy to name, the boy's chocolatey coat and steadfast manner immediately putting her in mind of her grandfather Cairo.

Another boy had come next, his markings darker than Cairo's with black being the dominate color rather than the ruddy brown. Neither the black color nor the particular pattern of white markings ran in the Adravendi line that she could recall, but then again, they had to have a father out there somewhere didn't they? She could remember nothing past her strange hallucinations, but clearly some male had to have taken advantage of her predicament. Whether he was a black wolf or if the black ran in his blood, he had to have been the one to pass it down to two of her sons. The green eyes, well, those could have come from Maverick, but the minty shade of the tri-colored son's eyes made her think that the male must have had them. She hadn't quite settled on a name for that boy either, though she vaguely liked the name Geoffrey for him.

But it was the youngest, smallest pup, a little female, that startled her every time she happened to see her. That golden color, those creamy white markings that matched maybe-Geoffrey's so closely, that foxy face and oversized ears, even the one floppy ear, she could almost have been Lanse. The bright green of her eyes was more Maverick's than maybe-Geoffrey's was, but then again, Lanse had had mint green eyes as well... The hallucinations she'd had kept crowding into her mind whenever she looked at the pups, but she kept dismissing it as ridiculous, because really, it was quite ridiculous to imagine that the ghost of her husband had impregnated her. She had no idea of a name for her youngest, either.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a second howl, Regulus' familiar call announcing his arrival on the border. He'd returned from his search, then? She didn't particularly hold a great deal of hope that he'd returned with the mate and child that he'd gone out to look for - experienced told her that a trail that cold would be difficult at best to follow. Scent would have long since dispersed, tracks and physical signs wiped away by rain and wind. He'd have to have depended on tracking them through old sightings, and memory was notoriously chancy. Still, he'd be there for the meeting, it seemed, so Aurielle's first meeting would have him there to be moral support.

Reaching the meeting place to find only Aurielle, Laisren and a young green-eyed male whose name she hadn't gotten to know yet since she'd been otherwise occupied, Gwenevere contented herself with a nod to each of the two and a murmured 'good morning' as she seated herself beside Aurielle's meeting rock on the roots of the oaks there.