Wheeling Gull Isle Pack meeting URGENT ALL MUST ATTEND

Leatherface came dashing from the wild growth of the island, summoned by the call of his leader. When he neared the gathering he pushed on the brakes slowing himself with ease so that he arrived in a brisk fashion, it hadn't been a race but others had beaten him already. He acknowledged Ypres first, having to bow quite low to be able to greet her with a swipe of his tongue on her chin. Sliding backwards onto his feet again, his gaze swept over the others, concluding that they were his packmates though he did not know them personally. And unlike the rest, he said nothing, silently swinging around to plop himself so that he could face Ypres with new attention.