OOC: If you’d like your wolf to participate in this meeting, please respond by Wed, July 26. If you can’t make a post, a little “Here!” Note would be greatly appreciated! Thank you :)

All things were… nearly in place. Grimoire felt her fur prickling with eagerness. The packs were in motion and unsteady. It was time, she felt, for her to tip the scales in a dramatic manner. She was held back by the particular problem that all of her friends were quite… occupied with their own packs. And all others she’d quite certainly driven away from assisting her. It put her in a vulnerable, though potentially rewarding situation. She needed to act, but was prevented so by her lack of definite support. She came to the Grotto today to rectify the issue.

The reward of her situation was the opportunity to meet illusive wolves. The ones that only came about when something was in it for them. The mercenaries other wolves for hire, including healers, trackers, and hunters. She’d need quite a crew to bring her idea into reality. And so, it was with great anticipation Grimoire sent out the quite word of invitation for the date and location of the meeting.

Grimoire Wove through the tunnels, leaving her scent trail, paw impressions, and scratches along her trail from the Wolves for Hire that would soon join her in the reclusive caverns. Her nose twitched with the cold scent of a wolf who seemed to her, have arrived so early, that their fur had taken on the wet smell of the caves. Grimoire deviated from her path for a moment to pick up the wolf she thought may be apart of the meeting.

When she saw the female, Grimoire’s opinion changed immediately. It was clear the female was extremely adapted to the confines of the Grotto. Well… now that it was inevidable the pair were aware of each other, Grimoire couldn’t well leave her red-tainted hide alone. With an adoring huff, Grimoire approached and asked the cave-dweller,

"Can you keep a secret?”

Her eyes gleamed with girlish delight, and then she tilted her head down the path,

"You can follow me, if you can.”

Grimoire began trotting down the path, and when she found a suitably large cavern with a thin vein of light cracked in the ceiling, Grimoire placed herself in the center of it. She sat for comfort, and watched for where her tag along had decided to wander to. When she’d located her, Grimoire turned her eyes to greet the wolves who would arrive.