Mid-morning, Overcast, 23C/73F
It was earlier than Viorel preferred to be awake, normally he would have snoozed for another hour or two. But, since the birth of both of his litters it seemed like his morning portion of sleep was becoming shorter and shorter as they began to discover the world. Despite being cloudy, the day was already beginning to get warm, and the leader wanted to gather everyone before the weather became absolutely sweltering. After speaking with both Clover and Vanadis, the decision was made that it was time for the pack to formally meet the next generation. Not only that, but to introduce the children to their safe gathering place, a small clearing marked by a tall empress stump, the top of the tree long dead and broken off. The beauty of this location was that it was well within the border, and almost equal distance between the two nursing dens.
Sweeping the area in one last search for any dangers, the father was satisfied that this area was as safe as they had all thought. Rolling his shoulders in anticipation for the potential chaos they were about to unleash on the Backwater, Viorel grinned warily. May the ocean goddess look after them, even if they were far away from her salty gaze. Lifting his muzzle to the sky he called for everyone to join them, including his children and younger sister.