Firefly Glen not giving in

Like a swarm of ants, more wolves began to gather until what she believed was the whole pack had settled in after Osiris' call. Her head remained canted to the side as her eyes wandered to figure out what exactly what was going here, but the tail behind her rump couldn't help but sway in excitement to find out -- because clearly this wasn't some normal gathering. 'Please be a pack hunt, please be a pack hunt, pleeeeease....'

Toad came sooner or later to sniff her, and she'd give the she-wolf a freindly nip on her shoulder as a greeting of her own. Out of nowhere, the feeling of a bump on her shoulder nearly made her stumble, followed by an oh so farmiliar voice that she was rather happy to hear. "Luna-girl -- already have a nickname for me huh, Charlie-boy?" She quipped at the coywolf with a childish snicker, playfully tugging one of his ears as payback for almost making her fall. Bronco passed by as well to sit beside his younger sister, though she did wish to bully greet him too before things started. Oh well.

The ears on Luna's head pricked forward at the sound of the alpha speaking up again and when she listened, her waving tail whipped the air faster in sheer joy. HELL YEAH. PACK HUNT. If it was nothing the raven loved more than hunting, it had to be hunting parties. Tracking prey was much better in groups. So the dame's bright teal gaze would then turned to Atlas and Antares in waiting for them to take lead -- because oh boy was she ready.