As her song drifted into nothing Anu looked to Savina. She would always look to the Commander, and though times had become uneasy for the two of them Anu was content knowing that nothing would come between them. Their teamwork was unlike any relationship that Anu had ever had in the past. It was a meek smile that she gave, knowing all to well the reasons that Savina was colder then her normal radiating sunshine. The words would not be said and the topic not discussed. The occasion was something they had fought for, and for one night they deserved to celebrate it.
Maldrid was the first to arrive, and with him he brought his music. In moments the circle beneath the lit tree was filled with the wolves that she was oh so willing to call family. For a few moments she strayed to and fro between the bottles of alcohol and the pumpkins that still weren’t set right and passing a few words to her daughter. She knew most personally, and yet others were still just names. She smiled at the sight of the pregnant female that was no doubt Jazpers new mate. Though Anu kept to herself until she felt that the members that wanted to celebrate were in attendance.
They milled around, talking amongst each other while others sat to enjoy the music, or the drink, or the glow of the laterned tree. Anu watched with a growing excitement, and suddenly she heard a voice. “Ok everyone!” it piped, and Anu noticed that she was the one that called to the pack once again. The Lt General stood among the wolves, her smile wide and her voice confessing the excitement of the celebration. Once she had everyone’s attention she cleared her throat and spoke once more. “Well,” She began, not having prepared much of a speech and yet still wished to say something. “We wanted to have everyone together to celebrate a very special occasion.”. Anu smiled as she looked around at those that had gathered. Resting her gaze on Savina for a moment before she looked back to the crowd her voice rose once more, “One year ago, one pack dismantled and another formed. That pack is what we are today, one year later. We’re thriving, growing and each of us should be proud to call ourselves Dreamers.” The woman rose the closest bottle in a toast, “To many more wonderful years!”