Feathers ruffled from inside his den, where Amaya’s alpha had quickly grown used to being lonely since his soul mate’s passing. But he was no longer alone, as Crowe knew he was in good shape to act on his promise to her dying wish – to take care of her and Narcissus’s children, even though it plucked all the wrong strings inside of him. The damned maned brute. His own rules were biting his own rear. Narcissus had to deal with the pups in their weaning stage, which was easy enough to manage, at least to Crowe, who had done it once before with his children. But no, when the pitch brute went to retrieve his adopted children, the russet lanky lad looked disheveled and like he had lost plenty of sleep. Crowe’s expression was smug as he rallied the children, who were just beginning to walk, from Narcissus and back to his own den. Since then, the children had grown a bit and started to cause trouble, rough-housing with each other, expelling their energy on Crowe by playfully nipping at his feet, wings, and voodoo skull in hopes to get a reaction, or sleeping to only get more energy later on. Crowe playfully groaned to his children - ”Enough, enough…” followed by a chuckle. ”Kids, come on, enough playing. There’s a pack meeting to be had.” At the phrase ‘pack meeting’, Althea, a black wolf with a frame and flora bloodline like her biological father’s immediately bounded out of the den, almost tripping over herself multiple times. Her floppy ear made it more humorous, but Crowe held back his laugh. Upon corralling all the children, Crowe would head off to the meeting clearing, at which he would let out a howl calling for all members of Amaya, and those interested in joining, to attend. Althea tried to follow along and howl as well, and if any of the others wanted to try, Crowe would support them.

This would certainly be an eventful meeting, that was certain. Between managing these youngings, who clearly were not his but Narcissus’s (given their distinct flowers) and throwing the news of arranged marriages, while lacking an official partnership himself now, the large black brute was certainly worried about how all the news would be taken. He’d wait for everyone to show up before speaking, and for the children to calm down, before addressing everyone. ”Thank you for gathering here today. There have been a few events that have happened over the last few moons that I need to address with you all.” His deep tones started, his black eyes scanning over everyone in attendance, then to the little ones, before looking back up. ”For those who are unaware, Echo has left us – sickness took her during her labor…” He looked back down again at the children. ”These pups here are hers, and her dying wish was for me to take care of them, and so I shall. They are being adopted into the royal family, and you all will treat them as such.” Crowe glanced over to Narcissus, who appeared to be unaffected by this statement. Shocker. He frankly expected the kalak to be over the moon, given his ego. ”This brings up the royal situation here.” Crowe cleared his throat before speaking again. ”I am ruling alone for the time being, and under the discussion of not only myself but all the alphas of Starfall, we are to have a peace treaty in the form of a marriage pact.” Crowe paused, waiting for it all to sink in. ”My oldest children are to be wed off first.” The king’s attention shifted as he told the children of their arrangements. ”Talon and Salem, you are to be wed off to a Dawnshire heir and a Nightingale heir respectively when those packs can offer up one. Cruella, you are paired with Pierce of Ranjord. As of right now, it is undecided as to whether he will come here, or you will go there. Chiodos, you are to go to Hawthorne and be paired with Kanaya of Hawthorne. Althea, Dorian, Xylia, and Calypso, you are also paired with royalty of other packs, but we will wait until you are of age to introduce you. Those leave one marriage, meaning that I am to have at least one more royal member of Amaya to be paired off with an heir to Amberjorne when that time comes.” Crowe moved to a sitting position, his wings tucked in tight to his back before he spoke one last time. ”Are there any objections to my announcements or any other concerns I am not aware of?”

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