Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

Morgana held in her jaws a large hare, perfect for dinner. She was still reeling from the news Meldresi had given her, and all day had operated like a machine, trying to take her mind of things. She had planned to eat it herself, that is until she came across a small gathering of her pack mates? She came to a stop trying to catch any scent of Him. When she didn't, she cautiously looked around, she had known that he could efficiently mask his scent and might as well be lurking in the shadows that very moment. Her ears flattened partially as she entered that presence of the Alpha, bowing slightly. She stood back up, slightly nervous, but quickly changed that, and adapted her usual feel about her, intimidating and dark. She dropped the creature. "Hello everyone". Almost the whole pack was here. "What is this about"? She asked. It was not common for what seemed like a social event to take place, specially given the reputation of the pack.