New Leaves on the Trees [Pack Meeting. Mandatory]

Viv wasnt hard to find when Cairo went looking. Since their trip to the battlefield Viv had been a bit gun-shy about the idea of leaving pack lands at all, and since her mother had died she hadn't left the moor at all. She missed her, with an ache that went to her bones. In their den and by her grave Viv could at least still feel close to her, though it wasnt the same.

She arrived at the meeting to sit beside Geoffrey and press herself comfortingly against his side. And, of course, the meeting began with a blatant reminder of their loss. Grief closed her throat, and Viv didn't even try to stop the tears that welled up and spilled down the sides of her muzzle, an unselfconscious expression of the emotion that gripped her still every time she thought of her loss. its ok, she told herself, a familiar mantra now that didn't really help. She isnt sick anymore. Shes with Dad now. Though undoubtedly her siblings had their own more practical views of the circumstances of their birth, Viviane persisted in the belief that her mother's beloved mate had in fact fathered them, despite Lanse having passed away long before their birth. She hadn't ever really considered what the pack had lost when their mother passed away, though, and her tears slowed as she was forced to consider the implications. She regarded Aurielle solemnly, not really hearing what she said as she continued on with announcements of more illnesses among wolves Viv had never met.

Those announcements have her time to regain her equilibrium, though, and when Aurielle detailed new ranks she was able to summon interest, even managing to give Aurielle a watery smile when she mentioned her litter's rank and upcoming apprenticeships. Gwen had talked to all of them about what they wanted to do, though that had never been anything that Viv had ever been unsure of. She knew what she wanted to do, and most of her childhood games had involved patching up her toys' imagined injuries and "feeding" them various grassy concoctions when they were "ill".

There was even news about a festival. Though Viv wasnt sure what that really meant, it sounded exciting, and the description made the social butterfly in Viv come to attention. That was a ways in the future though, and there were more pressing matters. "Can we pick now?" she spoke up as Aurielle requested any questions. "What Circle we want to be in, I mean. For training. Because I already know that I want to be a healer. I want to help people."