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At last, after tireless slaving.... or what she could call slaving for that matter, her task was complete and there were finally efforts to show for it. And it was in time to hear the summoning call as she collected the treasured pieces in a well weathered feline fur and carried it by the teeth toward the meeting grounds.
Such a gathering was long overdue in her mind, a necessary show of kinship coupled with the joys of bonding. That was what they needed to cement their places with each other and begin the long journey to establishing the greatness of this pack. What she had brought with her in heeding her companion's call was not something she would call extravagant. The craft of the trained Mareck had earned renown among the Nomads as having no equal in their elaborate and extraordinary works. Her attempts were but amateur in comparison... but none the less she was proud of them and hoped her family would look at them as what they were; symbols of where they belong, a favor of what family protected their steps, a badge of unity.
And she was delighted to begin.
She hurried along toward the Reserve clutching tightly to the hide as she charged across the Expanse. Her own adorned tassels waved lazily as she ran, their collected weight settling on her shoulder was hardly noticeable. Though the crown of auburn locks were not so easily ignored, especially as they threatened to spill with every jerk her galloping form made, tossing the blossoms and feathers within to and fro. Inevitably her excitement overpowered her desire to appear groomed and the cascade of red fell in woven plaits and loose strands to trail in a wake of autumn hues. Attempts at vanity were lost as it became apparent, but she could not rightly care as she neared the luring light of the fire and breathed deeply the gathered scents of her brethren.
"Good eve-oh!" Amidst her excitement, the bundle fell from her maw as she intended her warm greeting, opening its contents upon impact. Hurriedly, she lowered her large body to the ground attempting to cover her hard work until it was due time to be revealed. "Don't look!" she exclaimed, fitting off a gleeful trill in the process. Decidedly, she remained where her body had laid in an effort to keep her craft concealed, but to also patiently await the arrival of whom remained.
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