Chuck gave a Dalu smile at Enoich. Things were as impressive as you made them usually. He'd seen multi-million dollar business deals finalized with nothing more than a simple signature and simple mergers publicized with great fanfares.
He shifted back to Urhan as he turned to lead his pack back to the locus. <<Get victory drink then?>> he barked out to his pack before loping away in the direction they had come. He wasn't referring to finding a puddle to lap water out of as a wolf. If they wanted he'd start a tab and they could do their best to overcome their raging metabolisms. Chuck wouldn't be trying to get plastered, but he still enjoyed a drink and knew that the celebration was important to cohesion.
They were an official pack now. They had a name and a totem and at least some sort of idea what they all thought they should be doing. The next thing they would have to discuss would be where they would claim territory.
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