The dark obsidian temptress would be lurking close to Isokan's borders, making sure no one was at the borders. A loud howl would break her concentration and patrolling, ears flicking back as she listened for details. It was her friend and the pack's leader, Quelt. He was calling upon all members, the event being a pack meeting.
Ebony paws would carry her effortlessly over the terrain, hips swaying with the easy movement. She had promised Quelt she was going to be a meeting, and she had kept it.
She would enter the familiar territory of the Northern Mines, little lights illuminating the dark cabes. She would be the second one to arrive, noticing a small, earthen pelted woman placed next to Quelt. "Hello," she would say in a soft, single lyric. Her ebony crown would dip in respect to them both, guessing that she was royal and close to Quelt. Mariposa would sit across from them a few feet away, topaz eyes, watching her paws as she waited for the meeting to begin.
