Set the stage

Gwynevere lifted her head from where it was buried in among the herbs in the pharmacy when Ulric's howl called for her among a few others, surprising her slightly. She had gotten used to Ulric calling her for one thing or another, but she couldn't remember her ever being called in a group like this besides maybe pack meetings. She finished putting away the dandelion root she had collected that morning before turning to leave the small room, Eilwen leaving her perch on one of the upper shelves to land on her shoulder and ride on her back until she passed through the grand foyer and into the feast hall on the other side. She saw her adopted sister Tika there along with Ezra and Syanna gathered around Ulric on one side of the large room. Eilwen took off from her shoulder and went to roost above them in the rafters, watching the meeting curiously. Gwynevere came to sit beside Avantika, offering her sister a small smile before focusing her attention on Ulric to see what they had been called for.

Gwynevere | Eilwen