Neverwinter Forest call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

The summons was not a comforting call to Catamaran, who remained cautious despite the kind invitation of the carol. He was half convinced that this would be it; the thing he'd been worried about. Bloodletting or sacrifice or scarification. All things that Catamaran had successfully dodged in the past, but had now, perhaps, inadvertently signed up for.

"I'll make your excuses, if you don't want to go," he said to @Seastorm, worried for the state of her leg. But he would not stop her if she decided to follow.

Arriving at the scene, and seeing Solharr and Callyope stood above them on their rock, he could not help the sinking feeling in his gut. He couldn't help thinking that, if he were a leader, he'd meet his pack mates as equals. None were more important than the rest, in the grand scheme of things. But this was the way of the woodland pack; he had seen it over and over again.

He waited, appearing as sedate and open as he ever was.