ooc: This thread is open to the meeting participants but will go at a fast pace since this I'd mainly conversational for the leaders. Anyone can jump in so please don't be discouraged to. This thread takes place March 14th in Halifax along the shores.
Despite the pleasantries of company, and the show of good will to one's friends and neighbors, the suppressing weight of the reality that encompassed all things could not be escaped regardless of one's best efforts. The invasion of Ichika had done more to shake the whole's foundation than one would have thought possible. It was an awakening of the insecurities of the pack as well as its vulnerability. It had been a shameful event that had done more to wound the ego of its leader than she'd dare to let show. But as a smile was worn to douse suspicions of anger, so was the joyous events that followed a rouse to guise the lands vulnerability and make the walls of their borders feel a little more secure in the embrace of friends and neighbors.
But a note upon a tree dispelled the comforting garb as they were made to readdress what had happened and what to do about it. Donned in only her golden fur and auburn manes she left instruction for the pack to be under a watchful eye as she proceeded further than her four limbs had carried her for an engagement that struck her with grief. Along the shoreline, she travelled alone with clear mind and troubled heart hoping that the ancestors would watch her steps and follow as her guides along this treacherous path.