Gently she would inhale, mismatched gems full of concern. Someday the tempest could be missing in action, and something could happen to one of the wolves of the pack, or even herself could be endangered by a wound she cannot heal by herself. Even then, though Abaven was a neutral pack, the mocha capped tempest feared war. Alacritia was known for war, as was it's many packs and leaders. Any guard or messenger could be lent to another pack and become injured with no help of healers, and she had yet to train the Kruni's who had desired to learn herbalism to heal and aid others in time of need. Bass had told her to host a training session in healing so any wolf could obtain the basic knowledge of herbs that was needed of all wolves to hold. "It's time to teach... but I've never done this before..." She was nervous, afraid. Never had she hosted a meeting before, but she would leap upon her ever-familiar outcrop of rocks, her nerves settling enough for her to sit down, retaining a delicate composure. She wrapped her pearly banner neatly about her paws, before her mismatched gems would fade, her mocha capped crown tipping back in a beautiful song, a summons for all members of Abaven to heed. Quietly, she would lower her crown, awaiting the arrival of her fellow pack-mates. Would she make her brother proud? Time only could tell by the seconds ticking by. Already at her paws gathered was a small pile of basic herbs, some to dress wounds and some to aid in cleaning infections. "Speech"

OOC:

Here's the deal! This meeting is MANDATORY for all members of Abaven, but those who are excused includes pups, and any other wolves who have IC reasoning to not show. This is going to be just a basic training of all herbs, and all ranks are to show. Bass wishes for all wolves of Abaven to have a basic knowledge of herbs, in case they are lent to another pack, and they become injured and are away from the help of experienced healers. The same applies for all Pera's. All Kruni's are expected to attend. THE POSTING DEADLINE FOR THE FIRST ROUND IS AUGUST 1ST

A howl came and Serra let a curse escape her maw - the howl had startled the rabbit she'd been tracking and it had raced away before Serra had time to chase. Her stomach rumbled a little, reminding her that soon she would have to eat. However, it looked like that soon wasn't going to be immediately. The rabbit was gone and it surely wasn't coming back, and someone had called for the members of Abaven to gather. With a sigh, Serra turned tail and padded towards the source of the howl. There was nothing to be done now, and she was a little curious about why they were being summoned. It didn't take her long to spot the cream and white wolf that had howled - an interestingly colored thing, to say the least. "Serra Arrow, Mruni." Serra let the introduction fall from her maw before she settled back on her haunches, tail wrapping easily around her paws. Whatever was happening, she would hear it soon enough, Serra was sure. No sense in rushing things that would happen anyways. Speech,

The boy's reaction was immediate. He was lying, taking a nap, inside his tree-den. When he awoke, he couldn't remember his dreams. His mind was immediately filled with the sweet, lyrical note that was Harmony's call. It was a summoning, for everyone in Abaven. Instantly, the dark russet male stood, lifting his light weight onto oversized charcoal paws. His muscles twitched, rolled, shaking the sleep from his pelt. He slid quickly through the thin, short opening and swiftly set off to answer Harmony's call. He knew he would not be the first there; his pack was nearly on the other side of Abaven's territory. But he was genuinely shocked to see that he was the second. He panted only softly, but recovered quickly as he sauntered easily to a place not too close to Harmony. Close enough to hear her well, but far enough that Bass surely wouldn't become too upset. He inhaled the scents of some of the herbs she had, his mind attempting to trace the scent to the herb. He had become a Vor recently; something he would need to seriously thank Bass for. He and Harmony were the same rank. For a reason unknown to the lean male, his heart fluttered, and a little shiver ran through his body. He blinked in confusion, finally taking a seat, shaking his head. He realized that he had yet to introduce himself, though he supposed Harmony would have them do so, considering there were still new members. His grey gaze turned to the other attendant. She looked familiar. He'd seen her at the pack hunt. What was her name? Serra... He was certain that was it. He gave a nod in greeting to her, a small, polite smile. "It was Serra, wasn't it?" His vocals were low, soft, his eyes showing a bit of light through their grey hue at the question; he would be able to either confirm or deny his initial guess. And if he were incorrect, then it was also a chance to correct his information, to update his software, so to speak. That is, if she did, indeed, even speak to him. "Speech" Thought

Had he failed, he probably would have simply carried on simply. Conflicted feelings in his beating heart about the world around him was attacking at a high rate. But, he was none other than Quelt Arrow, he would not waver when there were others to be taken care of. He smiled once he saw his sister though, shoulders relaxing. Though he did feel he had been neglecting her as of late, perhaps this was the time to mend that dying feeling he had within his body. The large male would come to press his shoulder to hers even if she was that much shorter. Then bi colored optics would rest upon Bass as he dipped his head. "Serra I hope you are doing well?" he whispered slightly. As his head dipped to bass, after all it was the best of respect for the man who had told him if he were to fail in his endeavor to get a pack all of them would still have a home here. But what did worry him was what this meeting was about. In which he would wait patiently on an answer for this. Speech,

Venus was patrolling the borders - taking in the aromas in which painted the lands' edges, getting familiar with each one of them. She was careful to note the perfumes in which came often, for those had to belong to the pack. Any unique scent would need addressing immediately. It had not been long since she had been accepted among their ranks and she was familiarizing herself with the territory and it's smells. Though, she could not help but hope she crossed paths with a trespasser. It had been a long time since she had the opportunity to charm another. A song would rip through the atmosphere as a blade would a victim. Ah, a summoning call for those of Abaven. Her first meeting and her first chance to impress the others. Venus would make her way, slowly, toward the call. She was in no hurry to get there, honestly. She felt as if she had impressed the leader quite well and if she happened to be late, it would be looked over rather quickly. The sight of others would come into view and Venus was sure to enter the scene holding her regal posture. These wolves were painted in various colors. None seeming to boast the common colors of pure white, pure russet, or pure black. Ah, that made each of them all the more beautiful. Her pelt shimmered beneath heaven's light. The onyx hue glowed radiantly while the tan simply bled onto the black. Her galactic facial markings danced vividly upon her face and nature's luminescence made her eyes appear all the more alien. This would be the first time the pack met her as well and she was more interested in their reaction than the meeting. Venus. Bass has dubbed me Mruni. It's nice to finally put faces on your scents. my actions | my words | my thoughts

PARDON ME BUT YOU SAID THAT YOU'D ALWAYS LOVE ME

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She was indeed, not a wolf but still very much a part of Abaven. She felt herself lacking in pack duties since she had agreed to allie with them, though she was after all not a wolf so could not be part of the pack. Regardless, the tiger would show herself, the forty inch tall dame of a beast waltzing in only to know bass who stood at the top of all of them. She smiled a feline smile before dipping her head. "Greetings Bass I hope you have been well. And other wolves, my name is Chaika please to meet you." she greeted turning towards the others. Nervously she settled herself down somewhere slightly away from the wolves. The only one bigger than she was the young blue tinted man.

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS

It was a call for a meeting that caught the attention of the brute. Allen would rise, stretching his body. He had been napping for a short time, resting after some exercise he had done that morning. But duty called, and Allen would not be late for any meeting, regardless of who it was held by. The call was clear enough that all members should show, and so Allen was certain he would see Emma there as well. She was family, perhaps a bit more distantly so, but Allen was grateful she was with them. Quelt would be there too then... A brute whom held the calico brute?s respect. Paws would carry him to where the healer had called, suppressing a yawn as he walked along. He did not expect to be the first to arrive at this meeting, and certainly hoped this would not be the case. As Allen arrived he?d give a nod to Harmony, seating himself as he looked around. Quelt had actually already arrived, as well as Serra. The calico male would smile, though his attention for now would shift to Harmony. ?Greetings. Harmony I believe? I?m Allen, one of the peras.? He would dip his head, keeping his tone respectful as he addressed her. "Speech", 'Thought'

She was covered in herbs and dirt. She was in the process of making a little store for her stash of herbs she had gathered. But sadly the little den had collapsed down on her. Luckily it wasn't a deep den so it was easy she dig and claw her way back out. But that did not mean she hadn't panicked. The tumbling earth burying her alive, blinded but earth, sounds muffled and fresh air cut off. For a moment she couldn't breath without inhaling the earth that pressed down on her. But then the burning need to fight back and get out cleared her mind. Now she sat there, shoulders hunched over, tongue hanging out as she gasped for that clean air. She was alright, slightly shook up but fine. She cursed under her breath, amber eyes alit with a flame of anger. All her work in digging that hole and collecting all gone to waste. She growled and shook her head. But a howl cut through her anger, making her ears perk. Another meeting. Too bad she wouldn't have time to clean up before going. Getting up she marched across the land to the caller. By the time she got there already a few had gathered. Her head was level in an expression of a sour mood, tail held high, flicking in the air. She moved over to Quely, bushing his shoulder briefly before sitting down, ears twitching with the dirt still in her fur.

Bass had been watching from behind Harmony, as creepy as it seemed. He just wanted to see how his sister did in calling all of Abaven to this meeting, and also how all the wolves took to her calling this. It was important though, he wanted to make sure that it would all go well when he was not around. All was well until the striped cat walked in, pointing him out. Chuckling softly he padded out and hopped onto the rock beside his sister. Bass leaned against her lightly and looked around, nodding at all who greeted him. They seemed to be gathering fast, coming quickly to Harmony's call. He was pleased at how fast Abaven was, on how close they all seemed to be.

His eyes were absorbed by Venus as she strode in, showing off her galactic form for all to see. He couldn't help but let a chuckle slide from his lips at her smooth voice, commanding attention. Nuzzling his sister once more, he looked out at those who had come before them now. He would wait until all had gathered to announce his surprise, but he would voice it now. "Before Harmony starts the meeting, I have something to say." He really wanted to wait until everyone was here, but he could no longer contain it. "Harmony has been hard at work for all of Abaven, working hard to support our pack and train our healers. It is for this reason that I have decided to make Harmony our Tagavor, our lead healer. She will not be able to be challenged for this rank for three weeks, after that she has to fight to defend her rank if anyone wishes to take it." Bass still hadn't figured out how healers would challenge for rank, since their skills were not in ighting but in healing. Perhaps a heal-off? Or... a test?

A meeting had been called, started by Harmony herself. She'd been the one to invite him to Abaven, and he wasn't going to ignore her now. Quintus wondered what she had in store for them. As the male drew closer to the gathering, which was beginning to form near the rapids, he noted she looked rather nervous. With ease he settled near the others in the back, sea-green gaze dancing over the other wolves of the pack. Finally his stare would settle on Harmony, flashing her a toothy grin in quiet greeting. Bass announced that Harmony was now the lead healer. It was unsurprising, and he nodded slowly at the news, but his gaze quickly returned to her. It seemed she had a lesson in store; and though he appreciated her company, he couldn't help but dread it slightly. He didn't give a damn about plants, and had no interest in learning the basics of healing.

A meeting, this time she refused to be late. Emma would be early to rise, and average to arrive at the meeting. Trying to give her lungs oxygen as she blinked looking around at those who had already gathered. It seemed rather odd didn't it, she had only met hansel out of her little group so far. And she probably left the most horrible impression she could with her snappy attitude even if she meant well. Giving a 'tch' she found a separate spot herself away from the others. Her blue eyes watching Bass with a small flick of her tail before taking in a deep breath and trying to relax herself. Give a little respect because otherwise she wouldn't really get anywhere. Speech,