There was a disruption within the Archer's home, one she could feel in the quiver of her bones, at the fur along her spine which bristled down her back to her tail, which raised high in both dominance and aggression. While most of her members seemed well enough (what was left of them, that is) there was one in particular that enjoyed stirring the pot - her very own son, Skoll Archer. Although she had yet to find out he had not only bred to some unknown woman in her ranks (she had seen her briefly, but never truly met her) and had murdered his cousin, Elettra's irritation with him was at an all time high. He had disrespected her more then she would ever like to admit and she hoped that by not Angier had done something about this problem before things became far worse. For the time Elettra had every intention to focus on the rest of her pack by preparing a meeting.
She moved with a rather large sway from outside of the pack den to greet the open air. It was a bright and beautiful day of blue skies, patchy, fluffy clouds and a gentle breeze. A morning which was far more beautiful then the mood which Elettra found herself in, who was already very obviously pregnant. At only a few days from being six weeks pregnant, she had grown from feverishly hungry to not wanting to eat much at all, feeling a familiar nausea that caused her to seek out plant-life instead. Settling down a bit downward from the pack's entrance, she sits and calls out for her members - a demanding and powerful tone that suggest it's importance. If one of her members thought themselves to busy to adhere her command, then they could consider themselves no longer a member.
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