Muse, the daughter of Juvia & Apollo Timberland both extraordinary members of the Feonix Pack, both passed away now, and Muse the only known left Timberland.  She was someone with the blood of a wanheda, a leader, someone who wasn't too be messed around truly.  She'd been the second wandheda since she was the age of thirteen, here she is three years later and have grown a bit from when she was pronounced the rank.  Muse has been too a few of these, she knew what she was up against and what she needed too do.  The wanheda mainly spoke with the heda, of course it was a good learning experience every time that the sixteen year old was here.  She had taken her spot at the table, her legs crossed as she had her arms crossed on the table leaning on the table a bit.

Muse's dark brown hair down in some places and yet also brought into a tight-nit braid of her own.  While she wore her clothing of a wolf pelt, a black shirt that was cut into a v-neck that had string laced between the open space, her simple black pants, and a pair of boots that where lined with fur in them. Of course don't forget the armor, a chest-plate, and other pieces of armor over her body.  The beast that was Muse sat there in her chair listening too the others, she'd heard Rowan, frantic about something bad was going too happen.  She didn't ask too much but she did offer a sort of weary look, usually Rowan's premonitions weren't wrong.

Muse had road her own horse here, a pitch black mustang, armor covered it's body, feathers weaved into his feathers as well.  The stallion was a beast, and he'd been through fights with the second, even her own trials too become her rank.  He was about five years old now, he was gaining his fair share of years as was she.  The girl could see in her peripheral vision of the black feather weaved into her own hair, she'd kept the feather over the years, it was an heirloom from her mother.  Muse kept her fine crafted blade with her, while the female also kept a sword too her hip, it was something she kept dear too her, but it didn't have that feel the blade of the knife was too her.  The obsidian blade sharp able to cut through flesh like it was nothing but water.

Her gaze had followed the Kalin too where he sat with his mate close too him.  "You have the right idea, man. Let's get this over with so we can all have something hot to eat tonight. I have a woman to please."  The girl listened keenly with her sharp hearing as she watched the figure's lips turn too a smile.  Her gaze flickered over too the Heda, awaiting for any sort of order.  Finally, I thought this would never start... after this is over its back to studying and practicing so I guess it's not too bad... still I'd rather be studying.  The second thought as she listened still, it's one of her brilliant qualities after all.

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[i]"I don't know what, or when, but something horrible is going to happen... Tonight."

She looked up, peering through the soul of Rowan, irritated that he would approach her with such things right now. This was a meeting, not for him to come to her about what the "Gods" revealed to him now. She shot him a look, mentally telling him to take a seat before the Nirrith come strolling in. [b]"Not now Rowan. The meeting is about to start, please just sit down." She hissed out the order, dropping her face back down into the palm of her hands. But then... she was once again disturbed...

"shall we call this meeting to order?."

Tatiana raises her head up from her hands, meeting the sauntering physique of Finrayes as he struts through the doors of the meeting hall, taking his rightful seat across from her. She rolled her eyes at his presence but merely brushed it off her shoulders, sitting up straight so that she sat with power--power that she certainly held beneath her very feet. "Of course Fin, let's begin." The woman smirks, turning her attention to the bodies now moving into the room, filling every seat to those who were allowed to attend. Once everyone was in settled and the silence fell she immediately found her eyes wandering over to Arthur, excited to finally seen him for what felt like ages, she had to admit she missed him--they might be from different packs but their parents knew each other very well so they pretty up grew up together as their parents were close friends. This was always kept a secret though, no body knew about it, it was frowned upon to share such a close relationship with someone, which is certainly why she never allowed the secret about Elijah and her to ever get around. Still, to this day, no body knows of those fateful nights they would set out, disappearing into the darkness and meeting up just to be with one another. That was the old days, now was different, she hasn't really talked to him except for maybe a quick hello and goodbye at meetings.. they haven't planned to meet up in quite some time, she'd say it's been about a year. And this saddened Tati, even if she dared not admit it to anyone--not even Saori who knew much about their affairs.

Although she had to shove her feelings to the side now, her expression morphing into a heavily poisoned look of a leader with determination, of serious intent and how far she would go to have her demands met--like any leader would. Tatiana would exempt any greetings, instead get straight to the heart of the matter. "I'm sure some of you have noticed the lack of medicine we've had over the course of the season with the drought that recently occurred in both of our territories, and I find the lack of accessible water disturbing. I have found a few places, but some are hazardous or hard to get to considering every other creature is out there trying to get the same precious resource. On top of that, with the upcoming Winter season, meaning our season will get potentially colder and harder, we need to stock up on herbs. Now some of the healers have been having a hard time finding much of anything that isn't already dead, dying, or unusable. And what has been found is very little..." She took a beat, glancing around the room again, her gaze landing on Jamison for a moment then slid over to the rest of them.

"If we don't have medicine, then we'll be in trouble in the coming season. So, I've brought my own herbs, picked from the roots nearest the swamps of our terrain, Saori here will provide you with what she has in stock for you to all to chose from. In return, I request for the same, your lands have some resources of medicines that ours does not provide and we are running low on said product." She was wise with her words, it would appear she was older than she truly was. It was true, she was good at politics, especially when it came to trade and bargain. Tatiana would reach into a satchel that she had tucked in the side of her, about a couple grand of gold coins with a few silver ones in a brown pouch. She pulled it out, placing it in the center of the table, one finger pointing toward it then settling both hands back in front of her. Opening her mouth again to thus address the exchange of currency for said distribution, it was required by the laws set by the Gods that these meetings of trade only be appropriately and fairly eased through with coins and silver, they were used among the Kingdoms for either loners or at the Black Market to purchase rare and non-occurring items that may be needed and even those who open shops within the walls of their packs, they must buy out of pocket to purchase items that people make with their blood, sweat, and tears put into it. "That there is about a couple grand, at least, it's for distribution--in exchange for the same as it sees fit for I intend to delve in much further than just medicines alike." Tati purred, soft and yet stern in her words.

She would not leave any room for anyone to protest or voice their opinions, she wasn't finished. "Food. Your fields of crops harvest vegetables and fruits, as ours only a few types of sweet nectar's, and as I was husking through our vendor today it seems that the drought caused most of the veggies and fruits to rot and fester with mold. That being said, in exchange for your vegetables and fruits I will provide you with new and improved armor and weapons, crafted by the hands of my blacksmiths. They are ready to go if you accept this trade. As far as meats go I assume we both could swap what we have. Crocodile, venison, bear and a few slices of avian is what we have for you today." Tatiana looks at the Nirrith alpha, eyeing him carefully as she waits for a response--from him, only him. "If you have any demands that need to be met, please, voice them now."

"Listen to me."

She certainly was determined and far fetched, she spoke like a true leader of her pack. For Jamison, the same wouldn't be said for him. He may be a fine politician and a fine tradesman, however, he always like pushing when there was no need to push. Even the presence of his mate wouldn't tone down what he was prepared to share with. Aya had gently touched his arm in hopes to stop him from saying something stupid that would interfere with this trade. The young Kalin looked at Tatiana with a determined gaze and stayed quiet trying to think. Observing quietly to himself what she said and how he could easily prepare a different deal. What his dear wife feared was how bad of a negotiator this relaxed Alpha was. Jamison however, held confidence he shouldn't have. Foolish, but determined he nodded to Tatiana what he knew to be true.

He spoke loudly and with as much respect he could for Tatiana stated, "It's true that the drought perhaps left your lands dry,
but I believe that weapons won't be enough to sway my interests into giving up my food for my people. We have our smiths." though he should have added that Feonix's weapons were better forged, he didn't want to quite admit that to her since she knew. He wanted more from her. More the better. However, more wasn't always the right way to go. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat knowing that his wife was ready to strangle him by now, but he was going to get greedy just a bit. "I want horses and double the herbs and medicine. Our food supply may exceed yours, but I believe that with the upcoming winter has us lacking on our own herbs and I will not risk trading out winter supply for weapons." Aya only rubbed her forehead at the thoughts. Aye, it was true that both sides would be in need of medicine come winter, and food supply lacked more than the other, but if Jamison got too greedy there would be no trade and they would still be left with no herbs. She elbowed him in the gut, but he stayed determined as ever. Tatiana was smart, she would not be made a fool into giving more herbs for food supplies. If Jamison would learn from years of experience that Tatiana would not be swayed these meetings would actually go somewhere.

Jamison tapped his fingers on the table, his hand smoothing over the designs that were carved. He wanted no weapons when he had his own, winter would prove brutal if he didn't have medicine to help the wounded and the sick. He would have no men or woman by his side at that point. Such decisions were foolish. Normally he would trade for gold or perhaps wine, but this time he wanted to be bold and see if Tatiana would offer such extremities. His motto would have been, "Go for More" If he had it that way, or if his wife would allow him at it's best.

As Jamison watched Tatiana Aya elbowed Fin and demanded, "At least throw in your idea befor he ruins this trade offer. It's good enough for me." 

ooc;; as you can see. I'm a bad negotiator so gg.

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The hunter knew his place, he had leaned up on his part of the wall with the others of the group.  As he watched and listened he could feel the tension spark when Jamison sort of declined the request.  His negotiation tactics where rough, but it was the leader he fell under for the current moment.  He looked over too Fin who sat next to Jamison an the wife of the leader.  Fin was about three years younger then the tracker, but age wasn't anything too the wolf.  After all if a sixteen year old in Feonix could become the next Wanheda or Heda of the group truthfully he can see a twenty-one year old being of higher rank too him.  Though he saw everyone on one plain, hierarchy didn't mean shit too the assassin.  He could rise up in ranks surely he could, he didn't fucking want too, he liked where he was as the best Theron in the Nirrith pack. 

He wasn't too dislike crowds but this one had their scents of there packs, then the little separate scents, some smelling like pinegum, too another that smells of mint leaves.  The male had a smirk when he smelled old blood,
some of these girls and boys where wounded not too serious he'd imagine but if a fought broke out those would be first to strike down.  [b]"Maybe you guys should learn how to hunt better."  He spoke with a dawning smirk on his lips it was more too himself frankly but he sort of looked over too Icelyn a warrior of her side.  Meaning she could probably hunt as well, it wasn't a crazy science to be able to hunt, it is the art of being a master at it that is hard. 

Hyeok scratched the back of his head as he too a glimpse around the room something was off.  Not the tension but something else, it caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand at end.

// lol this is god awful excuse me haha