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Chessur had known the feast was coming, and had thought about what she might bring. She had never been the sentimental type, so she wasn't about to bring pretty flowers or anything of the sort. And she didn't want to show up with something too small, so Chessur had caught a raven, a foolish bird who'd stayed on the ground far too long. When she had arrived at the feast, she'd tossed her kill upon the pile and walked away. This was meant to be a light and happy meeting, and normally she would've put great effort into trying to bring an impressive gift but not this time. Here, the only person she wanted to impress was Heda. Everyone else was either a trusted friend or an 'outsider', as she still believed the non Trigeda wolves to be. Suri was a close minded bitch sometimes.

Hunting side by side with the others had allowed her a little more room to respect. They'd brought the ruminant down with such ease, she almost felt like she was back at home again. When they'd finished, she waited patiently, staring respectfully up at Heda. She observed the others as well. One in particular caught her eye. A tiny red female, clearly injured, who went and sat by Heda. Was this the Bandrona she'd heard about? Heda's mate? Suri wasn't quite sure she approved of the relationship, it was very uncommon and against tradition for Heda to have a mate. However she still had faith in Thuringwethil, and trusted her. Plus if that tiny red wolf brought her Heda happiness, she would try her best to understand.

Soon Heda called for them eat, and a hungry Suri obliged. She was not one to hang back and watch the others feast. She walked forwards proudly, after waiting her turn of course, and ripped whole heartedly into the carcass. It's meat was hot, delicious, and she practically drowned herself in it. When she'd finished, she backed up and waited for her clan, for her Heda.