Liora
The party for the pack’s initiation is in full swing, now that the ceremony is over. Everyone in Moon—I mean Ivory Fangs—is here in front of the pack house, laughing and dancing away while enjoying the food the men cook on the grill or that roasted meat from the boar Roy killed a few days ago. I knew that damned pig would be on a fire spit before the end of the week, but damn, was it a pain to prep yesterday morning with the omegas.
Speaking of the omegas, we decided they would also need a break to enjoy this day, and so other than them preparing salads and sides for the party yesterday, the kitchen has been closed. I spy Luke and Roy dancing with a bunch of pups, the little ones entertained by the two goofy warriors.
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