well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

Dagrún had been up to no good. She'd pilfered a bottle of Álarr's red wine and had been just about to partake when the meeting call rang out. She groaned. Go figure! Hopefully the healer hadn't noticed that particular wine had gone missing and she could get a drink in before he noticed. She'd never tried wine before and really wanted to know what the fuss was about so when she noticed he'd been gone for an extended period of time she pounced. Ah, well, she'd just have to wait a little longer. Stuffing the wine back in a hole she'd dug and covering it with her sleeping hide she slipped out of her den and headed for the meeting. There were already a number of wolves there. Her eyes immediately went to Álarr and the wound on his neck. Ah crap… now she felt bad for stealing the old man's booze.