Calypso raised her head from her trek around the border as a familiar howl hit her pricked auds. Queens was calling a pack meeting, one that required all members to show, and the alphess seemed happy about something from the tune of the melody. This pack meeting might be interesting, more so than the last one. Red and brown colored pillars carried her forth at a easy pace, a fast walk or slow lope, as she found herself covering many different trails that would lead her to her destination. Entering the clearing, she found her feminine form moving forth, to greet her alphess first, fore this minor lady knew the Queen of Malignant would expect nothing less. Grinning a little, now that her mood was up, she allowed her head to dip forth in a bow of respect that was low enough for her alpha. Making her way to a nearby spot, she settled down before looking around to see who was here already, her dark aqua gaze unreadable for the moment. Scarface was here, with his son, Fenrir, who both had joined at the last meeting. The father of the duo was looking at Queens like she was a tasty platter, and it made her want to send a grin in her alphess direction, to see if she would respond with the same kind of sly smirk. Would she find it amusing like Calypso did? Only one way to find out, and so she aimed a playful smirk in the other huntress direction, and waited only a moment before her attention continued on elsewhere.
An unknown brute was here as well, but she heard enough stories about the brute to take a guess that it was Arcadian. Was he back with Queens, would he be the King here? Either way, Scarface wasn’t the only one staring like he hadn’t eaten in forever at the main lady. She was curious, but allowed it to subside as she continued looking around. Next in view, was another unknown male, obviously an offspring of Queens and Arcadian, so possible Sidorio too? He must have been with Arcadian until now. The male was sitting next to Scarface and his near full grown son, probably trying to get to know them. A female , Samus, came to be under her quick gaze around, a newcomer Calypso thought, one the goddess might go and introduce herself to. After all, she seemed interesting enough, maybe the two could become acquainted. A grin was given in her direction, to see how she would react before she went over there. Indeed, there were more males than females so far, but along with the faithful knights were the loyal ladies in waiting.
There was one more presence so far, a male, whom she thought’s name was Ragnorak. Another member she didn’t know all that well. Well, she wasn’t early to the meeting, but she hadn’t been late either because others were missing in action. Devil May Cry, Silver Bullet, some of Queens’ children, and Sidorio. She was growing a little bored waiting for the meeting to start, but she didn’t allow it to show much. It was then, that a slightly recognizable scent caught her attention. A brute was at the edge of the clearing, obviously waiting for Queens’ acknowledgement, and it didn’t take her long to place the loner. He was the same brute that Devil May Cry, the beta here, had fought for rude and insulting behavior to the pack and its members. The low life was intruding in their lands and interrupting a pack meeting that only called to already made soldiers here. A low growl almost wound itself from her, however it stopped before it made it past her chest, but the sound should have been loud enough that her alphess might have glanced to her. If so, she would have seeked permission to rid the lands of the pest, one that her alphess shouldn’t have to deal with. The other wolf was a low creature in her eyes, that didn’t deserve to be apart of this pack, he probably didn’t even have what it takes to be a soldier here. Her fangs longed to rip into his side, to show him what a true soldier was like. Hell, any of these wolves in this clearing could, because they had all made it past Queens’ idea of a warrior that belonged here in Malignant.
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