Phantom Hollow You've been counting all the days off of your calendar for weeks now

"Another one?" She lets out a small, amused snort at the query, eyes glowing as she stares at Damien. Malcanthet makes his own introduction, and she nods, giving her son a glance before returning her gaze to the leader. I'm very glad this one in particular has found his way here, Megara says in a purr, undoubtedly pleased with herself and the situation at hand.

She takes a diminutive step back, removing herself slightly from the conversation but still close enough to be reached, if need be. Malcanthet is grown and needs no one else to speak for him; Megara is content to be a spectator for what should be a cut-and-dry initiation into a pack. There is no doubt in her mind her son will be welcomed with open arms.

skip me until/unless mentioned!