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The leader of Abaven seemed to be one of the last packs to show up. He had to go through the wolves and pick and choose who was allowed to go. He wanted Wren, Motif, and Venus to stay at home, but knowing his sister she was bound to show up anyways. He had told Motif that she was needed there, to protect everyone else and to rest. He her a sigh slip from his mouth though, she was bound to do her own thing. Hormones seemed to be raging in Abaven with three females with pups, Bass was glad to have a distraction. Looking back he smiled at those who followed him, pausing at the edge of Pantheon's territory. "Now, no going in and picking a fight with other wolves here. This is a peaceful gathering, and no fighting. Well, unless there are spars, then just don't kill anyone." He teased, although there was no doubt that he was serious. "All rules set my Pantheon for this festival must be met, otherwise there will be strict consequences. It is an honour for another pack to be hosting everyone. I know it was a long walk to get here, and I know you are tired. But put on your happy faces, okay?" And with that he turned around, tipping back his head to let the alpha's know that Abaven was entering their territory. He was nothing if not a gentleman.

Once across the border, it didn't take long to know where everyone was. Familiar scents tickled his nose as he led his pack further in, smiling as he saw some of his fellow leaders. He made sure to pick his way towards Nat first, letting out a friendly bark as he neared. "Thank you for hosting such a wonderful event, and for the invitation as well." He said, stepping forward and placing his damp nose on her left shoulder. He dipped his head, then cleared his throat as he realized that she couldn't see that. "I will be taking my leave now." He said awkwardly. He didn't have much experience with blind wolves, and he was still young. Thankful to exit from his awkwardness, he looked around until he spotted Cataleya. Grinning, he picked his way through the mass of wolves to come to her side. "Biting any tails or stepping on any toes today?" He teased, aiming to lightly bump his left shoulder against her right as he came up to her.

Settling down beside her, he took a seat for a moment, looking around. He saw other wolves that he knew, and a face that he did not expect to see. Doing a double take, his golden gaze rested on Roman. Blinking, he turned to Cat beside him. "Roman is back?" He said, so far behind in politics. Granted it took a long time to wander across Alacrita, and with his wife expecting pups, as well as his sister and one other member, he certainly had his paws full.