The Sunspire MEET · forging the bonds

This is a mandatory pack meeting. You're only required to respond to one round, but the more you participate the higher your rank will be. Muirrin will also be assigning co-ranks during this meeting. If you haven't already, please take a look at the Game State, Survey & Check-in thread and take the time to respond to it—you'll be removed on November 16th if you don't.

Round 2 begins Sunday, November 17th.

Typically, I'd skip the "gathering" portion of the pack meeting, but since we haven't been particularly active as a pack yet (sorry; my fault!) I want to give you guys a chance to get back into your characters. <3

Muirrin Blackthorn called into the dusk, a cloud of breath erupting from her throat with the sound. Her tone was firm and commanding; unapologetic. Come, she told them. It is time.

She would be surprised if they all came—she was sure some had moved on, perhaps some with the herds and some even before the ungulates had begun to move. It was fine with her. Muirrin preferred only those that would be loyal to her and to Tuatha Dé. There would be times when the Otherworld called her away, and times when the duties as Alpha kept her too busy for idle interaction. She had to trust that her followers would remain true without her constant watch.

Even so, she was the constant heartbeat of the pack—the source of its lifeblood. Without her, there would be no Tuatha Dé. Without her, the pack would crumble and fail. It was not too late to salvage her empire; but they would need to rebuild, a task made more difficult by the worrying movements of the area's herds. If she waited much longer to knit the pack together, none of them would make it through the winter.

And so she had lifted her voice to the darkening sky, the crisp and still air making her feel alive despite the growing hunger in her belly. Muirrin stood on the gentler, grassier part of the mountain they called home, just before it erupted into jagged rock.