Same old song and dance {MEETING}

She was late-ish, but she didn't really feel all that upset about it. Before, she'd have been the first to arrive, but now... what was the point? True, the pack was not the most active right now, but neither was Bass. IF he did nothing, then the pack won't, simple as that. And she felt no desire in proving herself to an alpha that wasn't even paying attention.

Rising to her paws, she set out for the meeting, only to find that despite her late-ness, quite a few wolves hadn't arrived yet. There was a wolf she didn't recognize, however, and she eyed her quizzically for a brief moment, before spotting Lark and heading towards him. Okay, maybe she should pick up the pace; this was the second or third time he'd beaten her to a meeting. She huffed as she neared him, determined to be cheerful even at this thing, which will likely be a disaster as well. Still, she could see already that he wasn't happy. She brushed against him, offering silent comfort, even as she reached her head up to nuzzle him behind the ear, which was actually quite the reach, but damnit, she'd do it anyways. When she sat, she sat close enough that their fur brushed even then, once again a comfort because she knew how Abaven meetings turned out. And... truthfully, the thoughts of the others when they saw this never even occurred to her.

There was already an issue with this meeting. She had looked for Bass, only to find he was laying down, with Sandpiper at his side. She'd ignored it when she first came in, but now her brow furrowed, and she stared up at him, frowning. Why was he laying down? Was he not an alpha? It looked like his daughter was comforting him and not the other way around. Was he not an alpha? Would he not stand in front of his pack? He would just lay there? This troubled the young wolf, and she sat there with a conflicted expression on her face.

"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"