Curtain Call

Kirsi's last conversation with Acere had reminded her that she had things within Winterfell she could strive for. Largely she'd been focused on Song and their relationship, rather than truly aiming for a higher position within their pack; for once in her life she was content being a good little soldier, a pawn in someone else's game rather than fighting to be the one moving the pieces. The freedom was oddly intoxicating - her choices were hers and hers alone, with no great unraveling of plans when she made a misstep. Life within Winterfell was something she was growing to enjoy more and more with each passing season, though truthfully she was longing for winter's inevitable return.

She inhaled sharply when she heard Acere's call. It had an air of importance that surprised her, though she was far from worried. Uncertain where Song was at the moment, though assuming he'd be prompt in his arrival, she hurried over to the meeting. Quite a few wolves had already arrived, and she cast a sweeping gaze across the group before settling in, not far from the others.