No bench polishers here (informal pack meeting!)

Torrent had been hunting when Tyrian called, but in listening to his voice she chose to leave off the trail and head back towards him. She had been more or less hiding out since they'd returned to the old pack lands, haunted by the nightmares and memories the volcano awoke. But over time she was slowly becoming desensitized to the sight of it, so while the nightmares didn't stop she was no longer flinching if she happened to see it on the horizon. She'd quietly done her duties and then slunk off when they were done, but no longer. She was ready to start taking her life into her own paws again and stepping forward to become what she wanted to be. A warrior, not a sheepherder. She needed to prove herself to Tyrian and show him that she was worth more than just a warm body to watch the flocks.

She headed towards the call, only to be nearly knocked down as her older brother's son Talon careened into her while he sprinted past her and struck her shoulder. The smaller, lighter male bounced off her and tripped over his own feet, flailing and yipping like an idiot. Torrent snarled at him and briefly considered ripping off one of his ears as a reminder to stay the fuck away from her, but didn't slow her pace and soon left him behind while he struggled to untangle himself from a bush.

She seated herself with Asvor rather than Chaos or his son, because she wasn't sure her temper could handle any more irritation today. Chaos had been great as an alpha, but he couldn't ever take anything completely seriously and you were never sure when that silly humor of his or Ares was going to rear its head, but it was probably going to be at the most annoying time possible just for him to be contrary. She sat poised and silent, eyes fixed on Tyrian with a faintly curious tilt to her head.