I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

She might not have been the first, but Mal was relieved to see that she was not late for her first pack meeting. She had come as soon as the call went up. Dropping her gait into a quick trot, she arrived at the meeting point and found a spot to settle down, ears swiveled towards the front, the picture of an attentive student. Her former pack had been a little flexible, when it came to meeting times, but the yearling didn't want her first impression to be that of uncaring. Her eyes passed over the new faces, curious, but soon returned to the foreground to hear what her Alphas had to say.