"Yeah, yeah." Though she grumbled, Shyla smiled and accepting the pack's praise and gratitude with surprising grace--it seemed she'd learned something from shadowing Aeris all those years after all.
Finally, blessedly, it was time for the actual feast. And if there was one thing that could distract an excited Ulfar, it was food. The wolves--humanoid, canine, and lycan shapes alike--all scurried to find seats of their own or begin helping to pass roast-laden plates amongst each other.