ooc: We haven't had a mandatory thread in a while and a little gathering is long overdue. Set in the Dahlia Valley, there is No Posting Order. Bring whatever food or item you like that brings you comfort and revel in the company of your packmates. Dated. April 20th.
The air was cool with just a hint of lingering warmth from the setting sun. Shining lights of brilliant violet and gold set the stage awash in the verdant seas stained bronze and finely accented with flecks of shimmering gold. A regal stage for so casual a gathering, but none the less brought a faint smile to her muzzle as she observed the days prior work.
The female had made sure to accommodate the various forms of their growing harem. An elk blanket for the young mother and her pups, and collection of furs for herself to recline on, and various other accents that were welcomed to be shared among the small family as they came to the valley. But of course for a pair she did not have to wait long for their arrival. Always at her heels, the brother-sister pair joined her in the small circle bringing their own gifts as was suggested by their caretaker. A fine collection of blossoms for young Sophie and a carefully groomed fur shawl for Boothe. The Shepard found a more perishable comfort for herself corked in colored glasses in assorted hues and scents of red and white. Fragrant and so sweet to the taste with a pleasant heady burn that for the moment shrouded her heart in an impregnable field that not even the most bitter misery could penetrate. She clung to her bottles like a hungry wolf clung to meat but was careful that her gluttony would not precede her.
Also in attending were the silent specters of the coming night, preened and proper in all their avian glory with the Great male coming to rest upon his master’s healing shoulder. He hooted his content before wheeling around to ensure himself the young female was there before taking himself down into his soft folds and closing his eyes. X’yrin reached a gentle claw to caress the beak of her beloved friend, comforting him before her muzzle tipped to the air and a booming call tarnished the natural calm. When her breath was gone save for a whisper of her song, she pulled her towering form down to recline upon her prized furs, legs folded beneath her as she sat with bottle in hand.