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Trouble had been brewing in Valhalla and the young Adravendi had caught wind of it. He didn't know exactly what the trouble was, but he was aware that it had to do with one of the Valhallan members. He'd been expecting the trouble to be addressed, whether personally or in front of the entire pack. And today was that day. A summoning howl cut through his semi-conscious mind, pulling him from his dreams into awareness. Dreary ceruleans opened to peer out at the world, jaws splitting as a yawn overtook him. With a quick shade of his head, Gael was up and moving, stilts carrying the young man towards the sound of the call. Blood pumped through his system, bringing life to his sleep-weary muscles, a gulp of fresh air chasing away the lingering sleepiness. His aunt Chrysanthe was calling to the pack. Would she tell everyone what was going on? He was counting on it.


It didn't take him very long at all to reach the site of the meeting, already seeing most of what he assumed was Valhalla to be present. He spotted his sister Aza up by Chrysanthe, taking her rightful seat as Heir. The conversation they not to long ago echoed in his mind as he wove his way through the crowd, heading straight towards his mother. He nudged her shoulder gently, coming to a halt beside her, presenting a bow of greeting to his fellow packmates with whom she'd been conversing. A gentle smile curved his silver lips as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek, turning to focus his attention on Chrysanthe, ready to listen to whatever it was that she had to say.


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