Same old song and dance {MEETING}

Karabela struggled to quiet her mind as she took a few more deep breaths. Like hell she was going to have a panic attack right here in front of the whole bloody pack. Pushing the thoughts of her family from her brain she focused on Bass as he began to speak. She frowned a bit as he spoke but she remained silent. It was clear how weary he was and to her it seemed his mind was elsewhere despite his insistence on focusing on Abaven. That clearly hadn't been the case. It was fine to talk of sheep and leaders but the leader of a pack was a focal point, a beacon of strength and if other packs perceived weakness in another's leader it could put them all at risk. They had a right to be worried and Raba wondered if Bass would return to his old self or appoint a steward. Karabela felt for him, she truly did. What had happened with his wife was terrible and the splintering of his family… well she knew all about that. Her thoughts drifted slowly to Sabre and Falx and she wondered how they were doing and if they ever thought of her.

Karabela looked away as Bass pointed to her about sessions that had started that hadn't been shown up to. Well… that wasn't entirely fair. The pack had shown up to her training but she'd failed in conducting it so it was really no ones fault but her own. Though she had tried at least. Spirits she could at least do that. Karabela nodded as he assigned her the task of leading a hunt. She was grateful for the opportunity to regain her honor but nervous about the task at hand. Karabela knew how to track, how to follow the signs of the land but she wasn't really a hunter. Her one saving grace would be that the hunt was to be held in the Redbud Nook, a land she favored and was growing more and more familiar with. "I'll do my best sir. Everyone who's joining this hunt limber up. We'll head to the Redbud Nook shortly. I'd like to give those who need to speak to Bass a moment to do so." Including herself.

"Speech"