Hushed Willows and they raise a toast of bulleit rye

Last post from Kyrell unless directly addressed. If not just assume he is lazily watching until dismissed.

Kyrell's chin hit the top of his forelimbs. Emerald eyes moving from the departing figure of Reina to Boone as he resumed the meeting.

A pack to the south? It had not occurred to Kyrell that they had neighbors. He would have to take the time to learn then, no? He would wander a bit further beyond their slowly forming borders.

His mental planning nearly caused him to miss the mention that Boone and Reverie would be assigning others to give thanks. A slight frown pulled at his lips. It was an odd choice to him, when they were they one's directly assisted. He then caught the less than subtle look shared between the bosses. What a pair of lovebirds. Kyrell had a good idea of the pair's plan for the coming spring.

Ah, well. Who was he to judge?

Eye's half-lidded, they trailed the movement from Mae back to the pair. Still attentive for any further announcements.