One last call for alcohol

Gossamer stretched, the sunlight dappling her coat as she woke up her muscles and her mind for the day. It had been a long night last night. A group of coyotes had tested the Armada's border while she was on patrol. She'd chased them off and slew one but it had held up her return to the den site and meant getting to bed far later than she'd planned. Gossamer was working her way to the plains to do some training when she heard her father call the warriors together at the obelisk. Oh? Whatever this was she wanted in and she headed toward the meeting place. "Morning, father!" She greeted Sirius before settling down to listen.