New Leaves on the Trees [Pack Meeting. Mandatory]

Hestia had slept fitfully, her dreams still haunted by the doom she had left behind in her home land, and had she not been on the border between sleep and wakefulness she very easily might have missed the call from the alpha she had yet to meet.

She had heard of the passing of the kindly woman who had received her and couldn’t help but feel some small ache. She had only spoken with Gwenevere  once but the reminder of the charcoal woman’s mother had been strong in her matronly prowess.

She arrived at the meeting late and had nearly missed all the current alpha- The Spirit of Valhalla now it seemed- had to say. She forced herself to remain alert and took the time to roam her eyes over her new leader’s appearance. To call her strange was an understatement; even with her own splashes of gold and the memory of vibrant crimson and sky blue wolves from her homeland she had never seen anything like the woman before her. For now she would keep her comments to herself listening to what the more seasoned members had to say.

Speaking   Thinking