[MEETING] Party Like it's your Birthday

Peggy hadn't really thought through what a guerrilla insurrection would really entail, didn't really have any idea how to plan or go about it at all. None of the adults were being particularly helpful in that, either. Sparrow seemed to be pretty solidly accepting of the position she'd put them in, and part of Arpeggio had to wonder if her cousin would willingly sacrifice one of her packmates in a misguided attempt to protect the rest of the pack if she found out details, so she hadn't made any effort to ask the alpha's advise about anything. The few times she'd talked to the anxious elderly healer she hadn't particularly gotten the impression he would be any help. He was pretty old, and he really only liked to talk about healing (which was kind of nice, since it was something Peggy was interested in) or people she had never heard of and were probably long dead and events that had taken place long before Peggy had been born. The rest of the adults had been next to impossible to find. She wondered if their version of rebellion was just hiding in their dens with their kids and hoping the Abraxas got bored and wandered off.

She herself had just hit her final milestone bringing her into full adulthood this spring season. Paranoia about the Abraxas overseer and any others that might wander in led her to keep herself hidden while she went through her heat. It was one thing to be around the old healer, or Lark, or any of the real Abaven members during her heat, but she didn't trust the Abraxas and they'd definitely gotten a bad reputation that didn't make rape seem too far out of the realm of possibility. She was definitely going to have to seek out training outside of the pack, make sure she was more capable than the Abraxas knew.

Sparrow was calling the pack together, now, though, and she'd already skipped one meeting so Peggy ventured out of her den and quickly brushed down her rumpled, downy pale fur before warily seeking out the spot they'd been called to. Her gaze flicked between the three already present. Sparrow and the Abraxas of course - her mismatched eyes lingered on him with a disdain and distrust she didn't bother to hide - and the old healer, looking rather uncomfortable to be alone with just the alpha and the Abraxas. Peggy moved to sit next to him, sending him a sunny smile to comfort him.