Hoshor Plains but I kinda like her style

Sumac was taken aback by Kukutux's sudden laughter - so joyful a sound, inviting a friendly calm amidst the hustle of activity that he was now all too aware was occurring all around them.

'Mac fell in line as the matriarch slowly led them through the grounds, offering a bounty of information in the form of individual callings, pack names, as well as occupations. The lad's head swiveled practically nonstop, his curious, sunny gaze gulping in everything there was to see as Kukutux introduced each clan. By the end of their procession, his eyes were practically crossed, his head swimming with information overload.

"Only 11?" he muttered, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of individuals here. He'd never encountered something like this gathering, and it positively blew his mind. Swallowing, he blinked his eyes back into focus as they settled on the two conversing women. He said nothing further, content to let them speak as he tried to digest everything going on.