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The golden girl perked up at Catalya's call, trotting happily off to join the small group that would be attending. She adopted the suitable stern expression as the silver woman eyed her commanding them to behave. As if she was the one that would start anything. One part of her prayed her aunt would stay home, away from the wrath of the silver queen and another part longed to see the russet woman again.
Freya trotted off silently behind her alpha, glancing from time to time at the black and white boy who had volunteered to go. (Amarant) They slowed as they approached, a black woman a smaller russet man sitting stone faced behind her. Catalya spoke to the woman and Freya nodded as her name was spoken. She shifted from paw to paw unsure if she was expected.to do anything.