With all the drama happening with Swiftcurrent Creek and Paarthurnax and the puppies, the lack of members they had and basically everything, he had not been able to find a suitable meeting spot yet, he did not have the time. Once his ranks filled up again and there were more reliable wolves around, he planned on having someone to find a good meeting spot, but for now, this hollow would have to do. The last time had Shadow had a meeting with his pack, it had been here too. It was a good spot, but without shelter and it was vulnerable, smack in the middle of the plains, if it had been in a forest the Imperator might have made it the permanent meeting spot. A small layer of snow covered the ground and the trees that surrounded the hollow had been stripped of its leaves. But with the setting sun casting its rays on it, this place was beautiful, and the blessing of Jupiter wreathed around him. Even with his mate leaving him and all that shit that the gods rained on him, Shadow was still happy with his life, the guilt of not being a better lover for his wife was still there, but he was getting up and he was trying his best to move on. It was succeeding so far, and he hoped Paar was doing the same.
Gazing out at the horizon and thinking of his children, he exhaled softly, tilted his head into the air and howled. The musical harmony rising into the air, summoning the wolves that still remained loyal to him, making this meeting mandatory. Once the Roman was sure everyone heard his call, he closed his jaws and sat down on the snow instead of the boulder. This time, he would be their packmate, not only their leader, but a friend and someone they could trust. Perhaps, the gods would give them a new beginning, grant them a golden era. An era of peace and prosperity, a time where they could thrive and grow.
The blast of colors soon arrived, and Shadow was reminded of the first night he spent here in Noctisardor Bypass, the time when he was inspired to name the pack Noctisardor. The mix of two latin words, Noctis meaning night and ardor meaning fire. It described the scene perfectly, with the sky at the edge of the night and the bright flames of colors streaking across the dark colors. Sometimes, the Roman would find himself wondering what would've happened if he never left the Creek, stayed there with Paarthurnax. Would they still have kids? Would he have been the Beta, or even the Alpha? Or kept his rank there as Gamma? Would Paar and himself still be mates? Would he meet Crëyr and Flash? Would they still be friends?
It was tiring to think of what could have happened, so Shadow tossed those thoughts away, concentrating on the present and what the future held. The Imperator made himself comfortable, leaning against the boulder, and waited to see who would come.