The call had come suddenly, as the newly promoted Lord lounged about outside, in the gardens. So a meeting had been, for lack of a better word, ordered and Strelein was obligated to obey. The meeting place was here, so he had a short distance to go, a matter of a few steps really. He was in no rush and dared not to seem more worried than he was. And he was worried. The last time a meeting had been called, it had been for the war. That did not bode well. Were they going to announce things had suddenly taken a turn for the worse and would have to actually join the fray as though their safety were jeopardized? How he hoped not. But the thing that struck him as odd was that the one giving the call was not the King, but the Constable. Strel shrugged his confusion off, thinking that Jacquez was just being his own self and letting the others do it for him in a show of his power. Or something.
The Lord had proceeded to properly lock up his studio - and by lock up, it was just tying some rope together on the closed double doors - and wait for others of the pack to arrive in their own pace. That was why he had been so leisurely; mostly everyone was spread about the territory and could not simply get there in a timely fashion. The King probably planned for this and called the meeting early enough that it would not later drag into the night. At least it was at the Hotel. Strel loved being in the center here, despite most of the people not actually residing there. Silly folk, it was easier to localize and stay in a closer area. Strelein could not complain about it, but he always wondered why people bothered to join a pack and then not live near one another like they all once did.
But people began to trickle in, one by one or in pairs, as the afternoon began to wear on a bit. Thankfully everyone arrived soon enough so the redhead did not feel like such an overly eager member. Now he could lounge inside with people around him. He did not sit anywhere particular, though he managed to find himself near a hulking brown male, who simply towered over him, even sitting down. Strelein was glad he still sat far enough away from the guy to avoid having crane his neck up slightly to speak with him. They had a light conversation, though it was hard considering the guy had some kind of strange accent that made it a bit trickier to understand. But what he did glean from their chat was that he was Rurik's son. Which would explain why he sat with the other Russo, and the female Russo.
When the meeting began, Strelein looked for the one armed leader. But he did not see a trace of the man. Lavender eyes went to the Constable, ears twitching as he heard the news. The look on his face fell, but it was not that much of a fall. Strel had seen very little of the King since the last meeting, and before then he had seen him not often either. The alcohol he had meant to give the collie had been used and never reached the intended gifted. The Lord sat up straighter, wondering what happened to the alcohol loving King. Or ex-King now. Vigilante was taking over, but the redhead did not know enough about him. Except that he was Ayita's mate and was helping to raise Leroy's kids. That's as far as his knowledge went. But he would be a good leader? Hopefully?
"What do you plan to do with the pack?" he drawled over the chattering members, posture seemingly lazy as he reclined. "Just as a heads up, you know." The Lord did not plan to get himself into any conflicts over the status of the pack, since he thought it was just fine, but he did not want to see it changed into something radical. He doubted Vigilante would do something like that, but he wanted a peace of mind and asking was the only way he was going to get it. The pack had really, truly grown on him, even though it was not his birthplace. It was a very liberal place but it gave him protection and a kind of free safety that he had not found in Michigan. Here, he could probably do whatever he wanted as long as others were not put in danger. There was a growing devotion for Cours in Strel and he wanted to foster it. He would not want to see the pack he had joined ravaged by a person with a different mindset.
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