Among the greats

A meeting had been called and that was alright. Ada pranced happily to the group of wolves, her usual pep in her step. When she was near enough though, she could feel the tension in the air. Ears tucked downward and she dipped her head a bit though she couldn't quite tell you why. The feeling of the somber group just made her want to appear... submissive? No, that surely couldn't be the feeling. Could it?

The wolves of the pack had settled themselves in two's, three's... some were sitting alone. They were all looking at Sirius and the cart beside him. One would have to be nose-deaf to ignore the smell that came with the cart. Brow furrowed, the small, bob-tailed fae seated herself. She sat in the center of the group, but apart from the rest. Blood-orange eyes rested upon the somber form of Sirius. What was this about?