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Slay ambled in his usual way, never on time and yawning upon entry. His pale eyes blinked owlishly in the bright blaze of the bonfire, unused to such direct light after his lazy, sleepy day. Cercelee, Haku, Firefly, Mew -- all the pack authority was present, he noted with a light smirk. How many others there were, he was not sure. As always, the comings and goings of pack members often slipped right under his nose. The arctic wolf took his position alongside Mew, smiling at his musical friend. Would they be singing tonight? What was the purpose of this gathering? A pack meeting, sure, but there was more than that alone. They never had refreshments at the other meetings. As his ice-blue eyes adjusted to the flickering lighting, he took a more studious inspection of the area. There were decorations...? Enough fresh meat for the group of wolves, although Slay felt a slight pang of envy that he, the head hunter, had not been asked to provide for the pack. Was it supposed to be a surprise, or had his demotion included all his duties?
He finally let his curious gaze settle on Cercelee. He had not seen her two-legger form before. He was accustomed to Mew and Firefly, since they were frequently shifted for whatever personal reasons, so it was not a complete shock. Still... the firelight played interesting patterns on her elongated, slender form, making her silky white fur almost sparkle and glow. The warmth of the fire caused him to shift, and he looked away, wondering yet again what it must feel like to have... fingers, and arms, rather than paws.
"Well, isn't this a lovely night," he murmured, smiling at everyone present. It was a little forced for Firefly and Haku, who both made him feel rather awkward, but a genuine smile for Mew and Cercelee. The sweet woodsmoke wreathed his nostrils, and he inhaled, savoring the rare but pleasant scent.
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