The usual spot.
It was somewhat strange for Dakila to think back, to a different time, a different version of himself, with different people, more or less exactly in this space. He'd been a very confused, rather nervous creature at that point, thrust into a world he didn't understand at all by a fate he somehow hadn't seen coming. The new kid, subtly laughed at when bewilderment had come at the sight of everyone stripping, preparing. A little removed, but putting on that brave face, unable to grasp what was coming.
And he stood here now, none of those who had been here that first night here anymore. And him, Dakila, somehow taking up the place as prince, as leader. He didn't believe it in some ways, had never asked for it, would give it up without a fight if it ever became the right thing to do, and yet... A little bit of pride in him, not for himself, but for how far this pack had really come. His life as a werewolf felt more real than it ever had before when he'd had Alina to shield him. And sure, maybe he could have used the sleep tonight instead of turning into a great, furry monster, but some things you had no choice on and you just had to embrace.
Everyone had been requested to gather tonight. It was overdue, really, to get the entire pack together. Between Julian (who Dakila would keep special eye over) and Oryx (who was still Max's responsibility), they had new faces to integrate. The first steps weren't always easy, but Dakila was living proof that you could be so much more than your origin story.
His eyes green, wolf bracing excitedly to the surface in a way he didn't fight, he greeted those already here and waited for the stragglers with all the usual patience.