Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

Let's let Chusi tell her story, and then maybe wrap this up. The next Den Night is quickly approaching, after all.

Many of the wolves deigned to dance; Atoll was glad for this. She'd worried that it would be a rather dull den night - or violent, at worst! But her fears had been for naught, and her lacklustor planning had come to an unexpectedly pleasant fruition. Even the youngest seemed to be enjoying themselves, though her own daughter had chosen to do so from the safety of Szymon's side.

Atoll smiled at the sight, and then called for quiet, though she was sorry to hush the sweet songs that the dark shewolf sang.

"It looks like @Chusi has a tale for us!" she said brightly, settling beside her mate and child to listen to whatever sweet tale the little girl would weave. Atoll would almost be sorry to see her go. Almost.