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The air was just kicking off into its crisper winds; a sign of cooler days to come. It was September after all, and shit got real cold up in Montana. Lupin-bloods tended to retain a more evolved resistance to frigid climates, so it wasn't surprising to see a variety of style choices tonight. Secretly he reveled in the difference of adornments. It was a mosaic of his pack and their mingled personalities. Velaria inquired about the seat in front of her, causing him to gesture cordially with acceptance. She was dressed quite elegantly, and it offered a bold aura.<br/>
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One by one they joined the brood until a mellow din of chatter began to croon in the air. His metallic gaze held against the eyes of their own as they offered acknowledgements and nods of regard. When pretty much everyone was accounted for, Zephyr climbed to his feet. He stood tall and with proper posture, his marked up hands tucking unhurriedly into his <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F65%2Fd0%2Fe9%2F65d0e9811b5f1c67172387e0a5b43845.jpg&amp;hash=1baf758c301a184d457aabefacff82a2" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/65/d0/e9/65d0e9811b5f1c67172387e0a5b43845.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">trench coat</a> pockets. "<b>Evening, everyone. It'd be a pain in the ass if I gave a speech at every one of these, so I just want to thank you all for your continued loyalty and backing to Ravenbane. Dig in.</b>" He sat as quickly as he got up, taking the first slice of meat as was expected and setting it on his plate so that everyone could begin serving themselves as well.<br/>
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A melody of clanging silverware offered a sense of home, and for a short period, Zeph relished the peace.<br/>
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After a few hefty bites of food passed into his stomach, Lighthill examined Kiona who was perched a couple seats down from him. He gazed at the hickeys on her neck and perked his brows, the illusions of a smirk twitching on his mouth. The promiscuous behavior some of the pack exhibited wasn't necessarily any of his business. So long as it didn't muddle their loyalties, that was.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">There was a clear division of opinion on this tradition that Zephyr had established, and it reared its head on the faces of everyone looking burdened or vexed with the request to join him here. As an alpha, if you fretted over the feelings and opinions on everything you set in place, you'd end up offing yourself with the nearest sharp object.<br/>
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The air was just kicking off into its crisper winds; a sign of cooler days to come. It was September after all, and shit got real cold up in Montana. Lupin-bloods tended to retain a more evolved resistance to frigid climates, so it wasn't surprising to see a variety of style choices tonight. Secretly he reveled in the difference of adornments. It was a mosaic of his pack and their mingled personalities. Velaria inquired about the seat in front of her, causing him to gesture cordially with acceptance. She was dressed quite elegantly, and it offered a bold aura.<br/>
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One by one they joined the brood until a mellow din of chatter began to croon in the air. His metallic gaze held against the eyes of their own as they offered acknowledgements and nods of regard. When pretty much everyone was accounted for, Zephyr climbed to his feet. He stood tall and with proper posture, his marked up hands tucking unhurriedly into his <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F65%2Fd0%2Fe9%2F65d0e9811b5f1c67172387e0a5b43845.jpg&amp;hash=1baf758c301a184d457aabefacff82a2" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/65/d0/e9/65d0e9811b5f1c67172387e0a5b43845.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">trench coat</a> pockets. "<b>Evening, everyone. It'd be a pain in the ass if I gave a speech at every one of these, so I just want to thank you all for your continued loyalty and backing to Ravenbane. Dig in.</b>" He sat as quickly as he got up, taking the first slice of meat as was expected and setting it on his plate so that everyone could begin serving themselves as well.<br/>
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A melody of clanging silverware offered a sense of home, and for a short period, Zeph relished the peace.<br/>
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After a few hefty bites of food passed into his stomach, Lighthill examined Kiona who was perched a couple seats down from him. He gazed at the hickeys on her neck and perked his brows, the illusions of a smirk twitching on his mouth. The promiscuous behavior some of the pack exhibited wasn't necessarily any of his business. So long as it didn't muddle their loyalties, that was.</div>
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