The great mountain dog had lumbered towards the sound of the howl as he had heard it - although large and seemingly spaced-out, Ansui wasn't oblivious. He knew that this was a call for celebration, although for exactly what, he wasn't entirely sure, but he had heard rumors of love drifting along the peaceful pack, and that was a reason to make the mountain dog happy - love was a pure thing, a wonderful thing.
He arrived in the area where the call had been held - the celebration, he was sure it was now, was taking place in a beautiful, broad valley; it seemed that Ansui hadn't explored all there was to his new pack just yet. The valley was large, and in the middle were decorations of every sort, and seats - he saw that several members had already arrived. Deep brown eyes seeking out his black and white leader, he found her with another - one he did not know, for the mountain dog did not know all in this pack yet - and, with his hands clasped together, he bowed down, the hood of his cloak momentarily drooping over his eyes before clearing up again as he raised his head.
He saw Saul before he sat down, and made to bow to the Stormbringer man as well, although he saw that he was busy. He then bowed to each of the other pack members he saw in turn, never rushed, hands always pressed together in the same patient way. The tricolored dog then saught out a log and slowly sat upon it, ears perked slightly.
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