the awful screaming of the lambs • pack meeting

Round Three (last round) will end August 8th.

Cara unexpectedly entered his embrace, and though he grunted in surprise, the shaman pressed his muzzle awkwardly against the side of her velveteen ruff before stepping back to listen to her words of acceptance. Pride and determination found their birth also in Kaname, and Lecter was quiet, knowing he had made the right decision.

No wolf spoke, and he thought this a reflection upon the grief that had beset the pack. Perhaps some of the creatures gathered here today would defect, but the Beta knew Ouroboros would prosper. At length, a demanding howl rose over the assembly, and his hackles rose with a growl. A woman's voice, and it promised dominance over the territory.

So it had come, and upon their doorstep it was. Lecter chuffed to Kaname and to Cara, eyes cold with anger. Go your way, he informed the others by way of dismissal. Do not follow us. Mordecai, Sitri, the pale madman snapped in the direction of the two he trusted most aside from the newly appointed pair, keep a sharp eye open for interlopers.

With that, the witch leapt from his perch and trotted off in search of she who had demanded the obeisance of Ouroboros, knowing that the young Alpha and her Beta would be closely in tow.