Winds of Change
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hello d'artisans! this is a pack meeting so that information can be relayed to your character, IC threads can be informed accordingly, and it also serves as an intro to a very special contest open right now! Smile the post mentions the pack entering the area, but does not name any played characters by name; please feel free to post your character as entering at the time of the howl, and hearing the special announcements!

The pack had not fully met in a long time, longer than she cared to think; for the future to keep progressing, and for the pack to be recognized as the wonder it was - they had made a boat, they had built a caravan, they had survived despite the odds and they would be recognized as such. And for the future to continue being bright rather than bleak, they had to band together, become stronger than ever; they had to put themselves out there. There was no more time for hiding, no more time for lingering on the beach; now was the time that Cercatori d'Arte would shine.

And it was with that that she stood atop a rock just outside of Thornbury; she let out a long howl, one that would not plead, but call all members of the artisan pack to come forth. She had not used such a howl in a long while, not since Shawchert and her were leaders together, but she deemed it necessary. Some were hiding, some were scarcely seen, and the numbers were dwindling; now was not a time for hiding, now was not a time for running away. Now was a time for action, for doing, for moving forward. As she saw her packmates trickling in, she smiled; many faces were long-time and familiar to her, including Thomas, the new guardian that they had acquired since Shawchert had left his pack, Rosie, the caretaker of the pups, and the strange wolf with the many cats that somehow still endeared herself to Skye a great deal. As Skye saw more and more of the pack enter, she felt a surge of pride. They were not many, but they were proud, and had every right to be.

"Greetings, d'Artistans," she said to the members of her pack. "and welcome to the first meeting we have had in a long time. I wish to relay announcements - please, listen closely," she said.

Then, without delaying any longer, she began. "You all know of Liam who has robbed a pup of life," she said solemnly. "However, it seems that he is not alone. He has a mate; her name is Ayasha - she is white and stinks of his stench. If you see her, avoid her - and if she is on or near Cercatori d'Arte lands, chase her away immediately. If you lack the strength, ask me or Thomas," she said, indicating to the large man, "for assistance. She has sided with Liam and in doing so, has made herself our enemy. They are both residing in Anathema, who has decided to take murderers in; be wary of them, and try to avoid them."

"In happier news, we have one new and one returning member," she said proudly, her tail and ears erect and tall. "Say welcome and welcome back to Dara Silver Moon and Bambi Lafron." She then steered the speech into a different territory; one that would hopefully bring the pack closer together as well as encourage what they stood for - trade, good relations, and advancement.

"The boat, which many of us worked hard on to finish, is finally complete and able to be sailed. This is a great feat - we are the only pack in the area to own their own ship, and we should all be proud," she said. "Because of this great achievement, it would be in our best interest to show others what we have built, and show them our strength. For one moon, members of other packs as well as loners will be encouraged to come and view the boat as well as trade with members of the pack." She let the idea sink in for a moment before speaking further. "For those of you who fear for our safety, this is unnecessary. Thomas and I as well as, I am sure, our Protettores, will be monitoring all non-members closely. No action will escape our sight," she said firmly.

After the speech and her announcements were done, she relaxed her pose and stepped back a step; now she allowed any who had questions or comments to speak, as she was sure that there would be many who did. She knew of their concerns, of their fear, but her eyes were fierce; their pack did not need to fear. Their pack should not fear, for they were capable - look at what they had accomplished by themselves in such a short time! They did not have any need to fear. She would make certain of that.

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