Don't get your hair caught in the propellor

It had been several months since she had called her entire pack together for a general meeting. Most of them had gathered when she offered them the chance to achieve a rank, but then there had been those who failed. And now her son had left to create his own empire. There were things they needed to know. She would traipse across the plains, silver paws pressing into the ground as she sought out a meeting place. Coral pools swept across her home, a smirk curling her lips. So much had happened. The russet queen had been sent home, but she was done with them, not yet. She had great plans for the little pack.

Haunches would recline, her tail curling around her hips before she tossed her crown back. Her call would boom across the lands, summoning her entire pack to her. Those who failed would be punished severely. Ending her call, she would wait. Audits twitched back and forth, her gaze sweeping wide, they would all flock to her soon enough. Eery patience surrounded her as she waited to see who would be the first to arrive.

"Burn Baby Burn"