You got the bullets, I got the gun

It was once again that time. Training had been a success, nearly everyone had attended, and those that hadn't would be dealt with today. She would travel with easy towards the moor, choosing to hold this here. Mist would swirl around her ankles coral gaze sweeping the small clearing that she had found. Much needed to be discussed. The tournament that would be held between her sons pack and her own. Then she would need to introduce her children to the pack, as well as spread news of Pantheon and their new found status as enemies of Arcanum.

Haunches would fold beneath her, tail curling about her hips. Silver crown tipped back, her call would spill from her lips in her usual deceptively soft tones. She would summon the entire pack to her, her children included. As her summons came to an end, she would sit in silence, ears attentive to the approach of her members, and perhaps her husband. Her children would not miss the chance to meet the pack, particularly her spitfire of a daughter. 

"Burn Baby Burn"