Round Em Up [Optional Fight Training]

Simurgh heard the call, but she had been lurking near the den, Dragon, and their mother. The femme had felt sorry for her brother. Sure it was his fault that he had wandered off, getting lost and getting punished... But in a way Simmy envied him. He had the courage to go out and do what he wanted, rather than be restricted {at least previously} to Imperium’s lands. She knew mama was mad, so she didn’t try to speak up for her brother about letting him off punishment early. Besides, would her mother even listen? Maybe she was doing the right thing by being quiet.

But with Dragon being punished things were borrrrrriiiing. Simurgh had been off by herself, collecting rocks and other such little things. She had learned that leaves weren’t so good to collect... Sticks weren’t too bad though. She just had to pull off the leaves if they had them. It passed the time, and Simmy had decided that she really liked collecting things. Once Dragon was officially off punishment maybe she’d show him her stash of cool stuff.

At first, when she heard the howl, the girl had ignored it. It wasn’t until she saw her mother going past with Dragon in tow that she had any real interest. She’d glance at the stick she’d found, staring at it for a long moment before deciding to take it with her. She could always move it to her store later.

Carrying the stick firmly between her jaws she’d trail after Dragon and their mother, arriving to find a gathering of wolves. She’d plop next to Drag, setting the stick down and whispering quietly. “What’s going on?” She wasn’t sure she wanted in on whatever it was... She was just here cause her family showed up. Most of them anyway.