Do not go gentle into that good night - ABAVEN PACK MEETING

For a year, she had been bolstered and preoccupied by the plans for rebellion and insurgency against her family pack's occupiers. It had distracted her from a very fresh grief over her mother's passing, and had occupied much of her thoughts and time. But the Abraxas had seemingly walked away from Abaven without the need for opposition, abandoning their claim on the pack as though it had only ever been a game to them. Now, Arpeggio found herself at loose ends. She didn't know how to be a part of this pack, had only been there days before the Abraxas had delivered their ultimatum, and she had deliberately done nothing to contribute after. So what did she do now? Where did she fit into her mother's home? Sparrow was dead, and as much as Peggy had resented the way Sparrow had meekly handed them all over to a megalomaniacal enslaver, she and Lark were really the only family Peggy had had to look up to when her mom passed. There was Lark's kids, but they were just that, kids, and it wasn't the same as having someone you could look to to take up responsibility. The thing is that no one really had taken up responsibility for the Destruction family, so Peggy had been left waiting and drifting, without anyone really bothering to lead.

Now there were new wolves in Abaven lands she knew nothing about, and while she wanted to reach out and be friendly, she'd spent the last year avoiding exactly that. The lifting of the occupation, the restoration of freedom, the ability to give up the bitterness that was such an antithesis to her very personality, it should have given her a sense of relief. Instead she just felt like she'd lost something and didn't know how to get back to who she'd been before.

She'd been laying beside her mother's grave when the call came from the new alpha. For a moment she'd continued to lay there apathetically as she'd gotten into the habit of doing when meetings were called, but then she remembered. Abaven was no longer under Abraxas control. The meetings were no longer a farce, with Sparrow acting as a puppet to him while he sat there staring at them with his disdain clear on his arrogant face. They were real meetings, where they'd really act as a pack.

Maybe.

She wanted to believe that, but it was with a great deal of doubt and caution that she rose to her paws and trotted over to where the alpha had called from. She didn't really believe it would be so easy, that the Abraxas would walk away from the pack without a fuss and they'd go on to live happily ever after.

Caelestis' exhausted slump caught her attention immediately, and her first reaction was to go to her sassy peer and curl around her protectively - but she didn't know Caelestis as well as she wished she did, and thought that it might be just as likely that the girl would lash out at her instead of being comforted. So instead she just eased over to sit beside her quietly. Cael might choose to ignore her show of support if she wanted to, but it was there nonetheless.