Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

Oh gosh. I don't know if I'm going to bring Dagfinn into this. One character in this mess is enough for me!

The arrival of Szymon was a welcome one; even if he brought the dark child in tow. Atoll was less wary of Chusi now that she saw the girl alongside Quill, but knew already that she would not allow herself to grow attached to the girl. She would have her own offspring to worry about soon enough, and she would not waste theirs and Quill's resources on a stranger's pup. Szymon had brought her back with good intentions, but he did not yet know that she might carry his seed even now.

Whatever his reasons for bringing the child, Atoll was grateful that it had reunited her with her Shadow - and that, even if she would not allow herself to become attached, the child's precocious nature was something that she could enjoy. Atoll looked on almost fondly as she plopped herself down in front of Riptide. And, to her surprise, the man replied in equal kindness, with a fatherly twinkle in his eyes.

Huh. That was not the way that she remembered him.

That train of thought, however, was derailed when another member of Donnelaith arrived - this one far more lively than her packmate. She came into the throng singing, her attentions focused upon the smaller of the group, but resounding all the same.

For a moment, the timid nature of Doe returned to her. Among such a large gathering of wolves, it was her natural wont to slip away and become part of the background; to be less of a target and more of a ghost. But she was the hostess and the authority at this Den Night, and if she left the wolves to themselves, there was no telling what horrors might befall the night.

Taking strength from Szymon and pressing a brief lick of affection on her pack-daughter's forehead, she strode daintily into the mix and swept a bow to the dark shewolf there. Dancing, however impromptu it may be, was one of the Blackrock beta's special talents.

Throaty voice crooning along to Lotte's lively tune, Atoll offered the ashen woman a leonine bow before she began to twist and leap and sway to the beat. Her eyes caught the shadow of her Shadow in the distance, but she had a duty to perform. She would not leave the two packs alone together before she was assure of peace between them.