<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">~Darby Teagan~</span></span><br/>
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</div></div><br/><br/>"Fuck fuck fuck" Darby repeated in her head over and over as she sped home from work in her black sportsbike. She knew she was late as hell but she got tied up at work and ending up staying later than she wanted.  She had no intention of coming to dinner smelling the way she did after work and had a feeling the pack would appreciate that especially with their enhanced sense of smell. She quickly parked her bike and made a stop inside home for a quick shower and change. She hoped there would be some food left; there better be as she helped hunt it down. She quickly made her way to the pack and the table. She was rather tall on her own and the boots she wore that completed her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Fd2%2F10%2F84%2Fd21084717332fea2148b5ef9116d32f2.jpg&amp;hash=55687845d604938e6156863a97ee8463" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/10/84/d21084717332fea2148b5ef9116d32f2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit </a>pushed her over 6 feet tall. She never cared if her height intimidated others and wasn't going to live her world in flats to make others comfortable. However, around her alpha she always knew not to make herself taller. Her red hair was in a braid behind her back giving her the look of an Irish amazonian. Her style was cliche enough of that of leather and lace. It worked for her and why fix something if isn't broke?<br/><br/>She could immediately sense the tension at the table and gave an apologetic bow of her head to Zephyr for her lateness and slipped into her seat at the table. If he wanted an explanation as to her lateness she'd willingly give it but she was never one to make herself out to be center of attention and the tension at the table was more than palatable for her to add to. She made herself a plate, thankful there were still good choices of meat left, and let her gaze roam around the table. She made sure to find her fellow hunters first. Her eyes lingered on Tatum for a moment and then Silas. What a pair she hunted with. Tatum, like her, remained quiet the majority of the time and observant in that silence. And Silas, well he was another matter all together. He was more animal than man sometimes it seemed. She had a feeling his table manners caused a bit of an uproar with the others. She never cared. You were eating with family essentially, not trying to impress the queen. His sister Prim was a rather interesting character of her own as well. She reached across the table to the bottle of silver tequila and poured her a hefty glass of it neat. A small smirk played across her face as she ate and sipped her drink, finding the whole scene amusing.<br/><br/>She enjoyed these dinners. The tradition of it and the fact that she could see the pack enjoying the meat she helped kill. It was a thing of pride and a thing of comfort. Even if these dinners never went elegantly or as smoothly as some might prefer she liked the disarray of it. She took note of the table arrangement and how everything was placed and how pretty it all was. Neviah had a way to make these dinners always feel special compared to any other dinner. Without her touch she believed these dinners just wouldn't have the same feel. Her gaze moved onto Velaria at the edge of the gathering in her elegant dress, it suited her even if she may be a bit more dressed up than some others. But be damned what others think after all. She always felt these dinners were a way to showcase a bit of your personality with your outfit.  She was still trying to figure Velaria out. She was always tense as if ready to take off at any minute. Perhaps she'd come around eventually but she had no intention of pushing her until she was ready and simply let her unfold on her own. She wasn't one to prod. She quickly shifted her attention back to the table before it seemed as if she was staring just before her gaze shifted to Laila. She was also new but seemed to be fitting in quicker. However, each their own. Different people had different demons. Her attention flickered over Melody and Kiona for a moment. They always looked great in whatever they wore even if her relationship with them was cordial at best.  She looked over at Jakob noticing the worrying building on his face which caused her to look around for the source and quickly realized the cause of it. Lyden was most noticeably missing. She frowned a bit at that fact wondering what the cause of it would be. He was always at functions like these.  She sipped her drink again, a bit more thoughtful in it now.<br/><br/>@Everyone