8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

Doe

Optional Pack Activity - Donnelaith is also invited. See this thread for more information.

The sky was black and empty, save for the secretive twinkle of the stars. Atoll stared hard at the place where the moon should have been, and felt a secret rejoicing in her heart when it did not deign to appear. The no-moon was upon them, and although she was far from home and therefore from such traditions, she felt that it would no be so bad to bring some traditions from her old family into this new one.

Knowing that, somewhere, her mother and brother were doing the same thing, Atoll threw back her head and gave a inviting howl to her brethren, and within another errant thought, to those who resided in Donnelaith. It would be good to share joy and meat and stories, and would hopefully strengthen the bonds both within their pack and outside of it.

It'd been a hard few weeks, after all, even though the food was plenty and the weather fair. They had to use this time of good graces lest it be forgotten in times of trouble. Winter was never far off, after all, and it would be good to have something by which to remember the fertile summer months.

Besides - there was much to celebrate. Her heat was just abating, though the scent was still on her fur. With any luck, new life would be even now forming within her. A blessing like that had to be shared with others, even if she was not yet sure she wanted to announce it to the world. It would be enough to be joyful with them.

Please, please let it be joyful...

Excited, anxious, dancing in place, Atoll waited for her pack and the others to arrive.