Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

Next round ends June 28th. No posting order. Feel free to have your character find a favorite toy, treasure, feast item, or something totally random! Or maybe they don't leave! That's fine. We can skip some time and assume they've returned and set stuff up if that makes it easier.

They came, one by one. Harlyn arrived first, and within moments there was Stark, Tambourine - the other children - Mordecai, many faces she did not know, and finally Grace to tail along behind them. They milled around in the open, some basking in the sun, others murmuring questions, and Octavia simply watched them for a minute or two. She hoisted her forequarters up and braced herself against the warm soil, and slowly a smile formed across her sleepy mug. Tavi looked at Tambourine first and her smile widened, and then to Stark, and Harlyn, to whom she gave a friendly little nod, and then she cleared her throat.

It's good to see all of you. Although she took note of those not present - her mind at first thinking, where is Kunik? But then she remembered, and the corners of her smile faltered; when she realized next that Nova Rose was not among them, she glanced to Grace, but chose not to say anything. I realize we spend a lot of time together in the Crook. But I thought - her eyes flicked to Harlyn -we thought it would be a good idea to get everyone together. Its a time of celebration! Don't you think? With all this green returning, and with our families united together. I think we've earned ourselves a party, don't you?

They could talk of politics and rank shifts later, once things were really swinging; but for now Tavi was just getting everyone on the same page regarding this event. I'll give you guys some time to prepare, OK? Grab stuff from the caches, or something pretty if you see anything growing or blooming in the territory. There isn't much, but its a start. And we're damn well going to celebrate that - this is a new beginning for all of us.

That seemed like enough rambling on her part. With a glance at each face, Octavia searched the expressions of her fellow wolves for acceptance, glee, anything at all - and then she remembered: Meet back here in an hour with whatever you've brought! Lets party!