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A gathering of the pack was long overdue and it would not go without a traditional viking feast. Her breath was heavy by the time she finished dragging the elk to the meeting place by the help of others and she settled back to watch Journey work on making slices and seasoning cuts.

Wardruna had hoped this little event would be one of boastful success and happiness, for they had all survived the near ending of the world (well Vitus hadn't, but he had returned, Valdis!) Her pups had begun their training as they reached their mark of six moons. Alder had a healthy large litter and Raisa - she had pups too, but tragedy struck again by not only Bogart 's abandonment but the death of one of her young too.

After hours past and the day had come into late afternoon, a spread had been prepared for the wolves (and tiger and bear) of Northfall. An elk lain with exposed innards. Certain pieces cut and piled to the side with various seasonings. Hollowed out pieces of Driftwood held water flavored with fruits and herbs and Journey sat with satisfaction of a job well done.

Wardruna would call for her people and as each came to the alpine clearing waited, Wardruna would engage in simple chatter until the meeting was ready to begin.

I felt a feast for Northfallens as a whole has been long overdue, to bring us together in celebration for our survival of the Long Night and the near ending of us all as a whole. We survived and that is worth rejoicing, together.

Her eyes swept to Raisa, sorrow written there but more so, anger, for what had happened to her. Let it be known that Bogart has left the ranks. If he is seen he is to be met with aggression for the abandonment of Raisa and their new pups. If it is his wish to see his pups, he may be escorted to Raisa's Valley to be judged by her. She'd let each and every member know that this man had been marked an enemy of the pack. Now, to more pleasant matters…

Northfall has endured much hardship, but in its many years it has seen nations rise and fall whilst we still remain. Now, our strength and prosperity has been returned to us and it is not without the diligence, residence and fearlessness of those who call themselves Northfallen. Your hard work has not gone unnoticed and your positions should reflect that.

A pause, and as she addresses each wolf now, she looks to them directly. Serafina & Oberon are being promoted as Marksman of our ranks. Journey is now Legate and Alder as Drengr. As first members of our Royal Court under my reign, Valdís will sit as our High Priest and Agrippina as Consul.

My children, as you have reached your sixth moon, you are Apprentices of the pack. Once you've met your first year, you may choose your path, should one be set in your mind.

Raisa, there is no one better fit to stand as Second in Command. I name you Regent of Northfall and lastly, Her head turns to Sreda, a grin on her lips as her eyes hold to her own. Sreda now officially stands at my side as my equal in all pack matters. Her head turns back to the crowd then. She is your Queen Consort. Now bow, I mean - Let us feast in all our honor!