Golden Glade brush strokes on a canvas of souls

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He was still immensely relieved that things had gone the way they had this time.  Like sheesh. Last year was kind of a disaster, let's be real.  It took them a little bit of time to arrive (unsurprisingly) but hey.  They did eventually, there they were.  From Qui's perspective this was everything maybe finally falling into place the way things should be.  Or at least, that's how he hoped.  Those that were here wanted to be, the pack hadn't been founded after a spat with some other family, the bad memories were left up the hill... It should be great, shouldn't it?  Ideally it'd bring the family closer together and stuff.

But uh.  What to say?  He wasn't exactly good at the whole talking thing, so it was a little mental flailing just the same.  Your new siblings are here -- everything went well. Thank freaking lord, has it been mentioned how much of a weight that was off his shoulders, especially since he wouldn't be able to do anything about it?  You've got two new baby brothers and a sister.  So go on, you guys get to be the first to meet them.  He kept out of the way of the entry, but did sort of look into the den, Ray?  Just to confirm of course.  They'd already been invited in even if they'd been halfway across the territory at the time.