This was only step one

Now that they had officially settled into their permanent home and everyone had been given ample time to set up their homes here she decided it was time for them to start considering the future. Her ultimate goal for creating the pack had been fulfilled—simply having a place where her family could gather and be safe was all she could truly ask for. However, since they had the ability to do more with this pack that they had built together she felt like they should. They could build each other up, improve each other's skills, enrich the traditions of their family to include the found family that they were creating here. She had ideas for where she'd like for the pack to head toward, but she wanted everyone the whole pack's input. She would have the ultimate say, but if she was making decisions that not everyone wanted or agreed with then it would just be an uphill battle getting everyone to participate.

It was around mid day when she walked with Alastor down to the cleared out area by the lake that had long been designated as the pack's meeting and gathering area. Ever since the first meeting she had held here to regroup after her loss to the pirate wolf and her group of loud, rowdy miscreants this had been where she imagined they would always come together as a group. She had cleared off a raised piece of slate that perhaps fallen off of the near by mountains ages ago and made that a platform of sorts for her and Alastor to sit upon while she addressed the pack. It was only slightly raised, maybe a foot or two at its highest point, but it was enough for her to see everyone clearly as they gathered around. Taking her place on the platform, she settled back onto her haunches and gave Alastor a grin before lifting her head to let out a howl, calling the pack to her so they could truly mark the beginning of Elysium as a pack.

"Manea Mendacium"