Set for the 21st
Any and all CdM members are welcome to join, as well as anyone acquainted with Anann! No posting order and feel free to join in at any time.
Please note that Anann's cabin is deep within the pack territory so plz no outsiders that have no connection to Anann or anyone else attending and probable cause to be there.

For those not familiar with Anann's cabin it's north of the stables, up around the streams on the territory map (just north of the spring/pond). Its of log construction and was built by Anann with help of the pack. The fire pit is out back. ^^ Since the post is kinda vague.

It had been well over a year now since Anann had up rooted herself from her homeland near the center of the North American continent and traveled to its eastern edge. It had been the end of her life as she had known it. A past she could never return to. It had been her choice, her decision, but it was not what she had wanted. Not for herself. But it had been what was best. She had felt that way then, but now she felt even more so. There was nothing she would trade for the life she had now, however simple it may be. There were still those she missed, and she always would, but she was satisfied with the life she had found in Cour des Miracles.

More than satisfied. Her new pack had been good to her thus far and she had steadily climb up in the ranks. She had found a king she could felt she could trust her conscience to, a man she would fight for if the need ever arose. There were those among the pack that were like family to the golden woman and some of the closest friends she had ever found. Aside from Rem, naturally. And there was Anatoliy. The male that seemed to fill a void that, until him, she had never even known were there. He had shown her a love she never had expected she would know. When she had left her home land she had no expectations and no destination in mind. She could not complain with what fate had handed her. It was no wonder she felt like celebrating.

It would be nothing like the extravagant and festive parties that her father was notoriousness for throwing. No, Anann wanted something more akin to the simple, if not rough and a bit rowdy, parties of the barracks. When one needed nothing more than good food, good drink and good company to partake. The meat was roasted, the fire warm and with Anatoliy's help she had even managed to scavenge a few bottles of booze. Her voice sent out a call, welcoming pack mates and friends to gather at her cabin. It would be the longest night of the year. Might as well enjoy it to it's fullest. The tenor tones sent out in the evening air Anann sat next Anatoliy, leaning her head on his shoulder as she watched the fire and waited for the first of her guests to arrive.