The first beams of shimmering light signaling the approaching dawn had already began to cast the once dark world in a near ethereal glow of creams and orange as the sun started its rise over the horizon and into the sky. Forcing the shadows of the night and its dwelling creatures to flee for the safety of land untouchable by light as those unafraid of the light stirred from the warmth that graced the fur of their cheeks. Rousing them from the dreamland the night had lulled them to with such malarkey in their ears. Sleep had already fled one wolf at the edge of the den entrance as there stood the patriarch, Vespertio, with golden hued orbs calculating and thoughtful. Watching the rising ball of heat and light steadily grow higher until it could be seen as a glistening silhouette behind the backdrop of the pine trees. Chirps of the first birds to return from their annual migration filling the blissful morning with their songs of spring. If he could the tawny male would bask in the world in that moment, but time was of the essence and there were things he needed to discuss with those in his pack. Time was precious today and was not to be wasted. Taking a couple steps forward his dark licked crown tilted back as jaws parted to bellow out a summoning howl to all whom had come to call the lake and Fallen Tree Cove their home. The first pack meeting and a mandatory one at that was about to begin.
Cutting the baritone howl off on its final notes Vespertio's head lowered to a level position, the once calculating gaze now shifting to scour the immediate area for the first member to arrive with red tipped ears pinned forward to catch the faintest of disturbances on the sound waves. Tail swaying lackadaisically behind the curve of his rump he wondered if Namid; his lover and barer of his children, would come to stand at his side before the rest. Letting them know of the change in power among the females; if they hadn't figured it out already, that he planned to speak upon that day. Among a couple other things that needed to be addressed. Within a few short weeks the den would be filled with the sound of tiny mewling mouths deaf to their own ears. If he had not been the one to do the deed he wouldn't believe that the first heirs of Fallen Tree Cove were on their way if someone else had told him so. But indeed they were and much celebration was in store after more important business was taken care of. For now though, all the patriarch could do was wait for the arrival of his members.