well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

Alfrun set aside what she was working on to make her way towards Tyrian's call. It would keep until whatever the alpha needed was finished - it was more in the same vein that she'd been working on since a short time after she'd married. Magic. She would bear children for the glory of the Finnvi, and she was determined that neither her age nor Jupiter's infertility was going to get in the way of that. But this would keep, for a bit.

Meandering into the group with her usual preoccupied air - she was watching the way the auras of the pack interwove around each other, some mingling, some repelling - she inclined her head to Valkyrie, then to Tyrian, before seating herself decisively beside her husband whether he liked it or not, settling an evaluating half-blind gaze upon his brightly colored form. Plotting magic.