[Summer meeting] Bones cracking

It was a busy time, settling into the rhythms of pack life. It had been so long, the phantom had nearly forgotten the intricacies of it. Size combined with age was wreaking havoc on her joints lately, the hot weather making matters no better. Thick nothern fur meant that she was not meant to thrive in this weather. Regardless, she had made a choice. So far, it was turning out to be a good one. The pallid behemoth was still organizing her den, getting things the way she liked it. This was her current order of business, when the familiar tones of her Queen's voice echoed into her audits.

Abandoning her intricate game of push and pull with the pile of moss and fur, she turned away from the old wolverine burrow. It had been dug out more to fit her body within, but it was perfect. Damp and cool, just like she needed. Now, she hurried to the meeting. Hopefully it would be interesting, and she wanted to meet those she shared a pack with. Charcoal limbs trotted across the landscape in search of the rest of the group. When she arrived, it appeared she was indeed late. Lowered crown and ears tipped back would form an apology. A curt nod of the head and tiny smile would be offered to her queen, and she would seek out a spot in the shade. Hopefully it wouldn't be rude to lay down, but she wasn't feeling her best today. Folding one forepaw over the other neatly, she settled in to listen to Heather.