ooc:
Setting: Late Evening on the 16th
Preferred attending form: Secui
Location: Kre'Nertok
Posting Order: None
Note: This thread is also OPEN to anyone interested. It is a feast, afterall 
The evening was coming after a day of preparation, promising a generous reprieve after all the efforts laid into this end. The scent of blood and meat was heavy in the air coupled with the marking scent of the Family as a whole gathered to show their thanks for this blessing of the ancestors; this land they came to stand upon. This land they would call their home.
Under the waning light, the female stood quite proudly upon the side of the mountain overlooking the valley drenched in gold. She could recall no finer scene than this that brought on such calm and ease. When once she had looked upon the lands in uncertainty, the unfamiliar terrain appeasing to her troubled side, such feelings were gone now as she looked out across the reaches of the territory fondly noting each landmark with its given name. And soon their names would be shared among the Family and it was her hope that they too would experience that familiarity that brought comfort and assurance that these marks were a part of their home. She could never grow tired of calling this place what it was; the beginning of a future to be shared by whom she cared deeply for.
Yet for the gathering well prepared for and momentous as this, the Issor was garbed rather modestly for the occasion. The sign of her rank was displayed only by the height of her tail and the confident lift of her auburn crown. Her proud trophies had been left behind, save for one that began her new tradition from her time in Ichika no Ho-en. The fox hide fashioned to her shoulder was well groomed for the occasion despite the rough state she kept herself in. Her mane remained flowing and wild with heavy bangs obscuring her eyes and only sections of golden pelt were bothered to be tamed. The garb of comfort without needing to stand on ceremony… besides it was only her Family that would see her this way. And would they wrong her for looking as she always did?
Patiently she walked the length of their communal ground, absenting brushing aside loosened rocks that fell underpaw. The aroma of meat was simply too alluring to ignore for long, but she resisted the growing urge to feast without the rest of the Family present. But as her eyes lingered on the piles of delectable flesh skinned and prepared by her skillful claws, she grew more and more anxious, comically so as she pranced around the meat with tail swaying high. Where were the rest of the Family, she questioned, though the mystery could have been solved by a beaconing howl. Surely they could smell this incredible feast…