Step Up Or Get Out [Pack Meeting]

There was a sense of unease that rose up in Luck as she listened, feeling the heat of the alpha's gaze as it swept over the group in an accusatory manor and she had to remind herself that she had only just joined a few hours early and the comment likely wasn't really meant for her. Still guilt over her personal quest developed and sank like a pit in her stomach, she would have to make an effort to be engaged.

The girl's ear twitched some as she heard mention of her sister and a mixture of emotions swirled around her. There was relief, knowledge that her sister was indeed within the pack meant she might be able to reconnect at least some with her scattered family but the news of her sister's demotion also meant that Varda was..? Well that she wasn't sure, her sister had not shown up to the meeting... did that mean she was sick? Was she gone just like everyone else? These thoughts played across her face in a sort of farcical drama, should anyone at that point have turned to look at her.

Discussion shifted and names she had no faces for were thrown around in words that held little real meaning though she did her best to remain attentive and at the very least it gave her some insight into the current situation of the pack she was now a member of. Her name was mentioned once more and suddenly Luck found her paws to be very interesting. The girl imagined that she could feel the white hot stares of others on her as she intently avoided looking at anything but the ground.

Again the discussion shifted and Luck finally allowed herself to pull her gaze back up to her friend. More names and ranks and things she didn't quite yet grasp flitted about her mind as she frantically tried to categorize and hold some of this new information in her memory so she wouldn't be quite so lost next time.

There was a flit of fear as it was mentioned healers would be expected to learn fighting, Luck had never been keen on violence, when her own family's borders had been invaded by those looking to steal from the pack she had hid, shaking in her own den and the prospect of having to learn to defend herself while a logical idea was not one she relished.

Still the meeting would not be held up by her fear and she allowed it to be pushed to the back of her mind for the time being. As things wrapped up Luck looked around for the first time, listening as the elderly wolf she recognized from the border spoke up and then a female her age, whom she connected as the female Regulus had spoke of, Faite, also spoke.

Luck shifted nervously, she had nothing she really wanted to say but she also didn't want to be the first to leave... anxiety keeping her rooted to the spot and yet also urging her to run.

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