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Any Regium wolves are welcome, but must act with respect. Failure to follow the guidelines that Natalya has laid out- will be met with corporal punishment. (I will edit this into the second post of the meeting- to give an IC alert of it.)

The ivory goddess would move west. Her muscles rippled under her coat, as she moved- the strength in her body undeniable. She'd come a long way, since Athena had found her. A call had rang out for her, and she headed towards a gathering- an invitation she received by raven. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect- though she'd invited her pack- and demanded that everyone would be civil, peaceful even. The scent of the gathered wolves was mixed- and she took a deep breath as she neared them. She recognized only two of the wolves here- and she headed towards the dark she-wolf that seemed to have organized this event. "Greetings. I am Roman Armada, Queen of Regium." She would introduce herself, her posture proud. She would dip her head respectfully, before moving to closer to Drashiel, giving Cataleya a slight nod as she passed. The rest of these wolves were strangers to her, but she was interested in getting to know the other rulers- and influential wolves in this land. Speech,