Northstar Vale Pack Meeting || Grandis, Petit Agneau.

Tousaint took note of his packmates, taking the weight off the later arrivals by greeting each the same way. A flitting glance, and a brief, but friendly smile as a wordless welcome. 

Among their growing throng, there were the two sons- Chaudry, who merited perhaps a slightly longer smile from the Dahomey-Rivaini gentleman than the others, due to their familiarity- and Chesley, whose one eye glared at him but merited no scathing look in return. Two women, unique in nature- one whose scent frequented the borders and the other who bore the wild, earthy fragrance of medicines. Then, there was the polite, quiet fellow he’d met at the borders, who looked in better shape now regardless of his sheepishness. 

His attention returned to Viskani as she began the meeting. Expecting them to fulfill their duties was fair enough; yet as Jonquille, as per his request, he remained a man of many trades. He blinked his acknowledgement when Viskani’s gaze landed on him. 

He avoided the opportunity to gaze to Chesley, when she looked to him. 

The thought of Viskani leaving during her heat was nothing new to Tousaint. It was a custom that his family members had followed as well, and so he had little concern for her, or the pack in her absence. A temporary head figure would be needed, of course: perhaps her next point. 

Tousaint remained quiet, hoping she wouldn’t leave them holding their breath for too long.