Demons Never Die [Meeting]

She grazed quietly on the sweet grass, even though Fall was beginning to take the taste out of it. This would be her first real winter with the Pack. It would be a test of their true thoughts of her. She wondered who would try to eat her, a member of the pack, just because she was a Horse. She snorted. Cormalin would dissuade them.

A howl rang through the clearing, and her head lifted, mane tossing, to gaze toward it. By now, she knew what the call to a meeting sounded like, and she was already moving at a canter, hooves drumming out the steady rhythm. It didn?t take her long to reach the gathering, the canter breaking to a trot, and then to a walk, before she halted to stand beside Cormalin, Erani, and Nova, as well as her favorite little cubs in the world. Those pups could do anything to her, short of drawing blood, and she?d let them. Part of her knew that she might never find a stallion, and thus would never have a foal. She didn?t mind one bit.

She stood, studying those gathered already, and those arriving. There was the brown male, Cormalin had said was the old Alpha, Cairo. Beside him sat a male she?d not seen before. There was Chrysanthe. She whickered a friendly greeting to the female, watching Surreal clamber up against her. The poor girl looked unhappy, uncomfortable, sad.