This ride is about to get bumpy

Aris had been caught out of pack lands by heavy rains and had ridden out the rough weather warm and dry in a cave with Tansy, so she was just returning to pack lands when her father called a meeting. With only the dreariness of the weather to dampen her spirits since she didn't yet know that flooding had hit the pack lands and probably ruined anything she had in her den, she was in fairly high spirits as she bounded into the group, barreling through Ophie and Gossy with a grin on her way to throw herself catlike against her mother's thin side. She was bonier than before she'd gone off and 'died' and smaller - well, Aris was bigger, really, but whatever - but Ari reveled in just having her back, and stayed half pressed against her, half draped over her like a warm black and purple blanket as she peered curiously around at the things spready out nearby. "What's going on? Why all the long faces?" she asked perkily.