Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

This is a mandatory meeting thread. Feel free to have your character show up whenever, and know that their attendance will affect their rank. If @Harlyn could post first that'd be great, then its a free-for-all. They'll be discussing things and trying to celebrate the unification of the pack. OMG its unification day --- *shot*

They had spoken infrequently since deciding on this party. Ever since Harlyn's beau had returned to her and been brought in to the fold, Tavi hadn't seen much of her. She did not worry too much though. It made sense that two beings in love - two beings with the immense responsibilities afforded to them by their many children - would take the time to reacquaint once they reunited. It made her smile just thinking about it. These two lost souls brought back together — but Tavi wasn't a romantic. She wouldn't ever admit to being one, anyway. Her thoughts inevitably drifted to Stark and their secret tryst among the willows. It was something of an escape. Her time with him had been fleeting, and now she longed for more.

Yet there were responsibilities she held, too. Things she had to care for. Her son, first and foremost. The growing sense of unrest among the wolves in her care was another. The whisperings weren't so secret; she knew that some of the Marauders did not care for her in an obvious sense, but it was Tavi's job to make them change their minds. Or, at the very least, hear out their grievances and make amends. She did not feel as if it were her problem though, not entirely, not when she had to manage so many bodies and lord her rank over those who should've been family. If they couldn't deal, they'd find the door pretty quick.

But all these thoughts were moot today. Tavi was relaxing as best she could, for as long as she could, beneath the brilliant midday sun. It was hotter today than any others, she thought. Her body was a sculpture of platinum and granite, made pliant by the golden rays above, and she watched the world and her beloved willows with half-closed eyes. Eventually something would call her to stand, urge her to get on with business or with the care of Tambourine, but for a few minutes she was contented by the warmth and the stillness.

When she could take no more of it, Tavi did get up. She shook the heat from her pelt, feeling the dense fur of her scruff fall in to place. Then, glancing sleepily towards the Crook, she raised her head and called for her family. Her song droned through the willows for a moment, transitioned in to a small yawn, and then she was silent and waiting. They had decided to have some kind of party, right? Today seemed like the best day for it. There were hours of daylight ahead, and everything seemed perfect.