The eye of the storm

Aris had been off lurking around the battlefield when Naiche had died and been buried, but Goss had told her about it on her return. It had her feeling pretty cheerful as she bounced into the meeting - not because someone had died, because sure that was awful and all, very sad of course, but because it meant that a high rank had pretty definitively opened up. She'd only been a pup when Naiche had gotten his rank and Asla was filling the Reaper position now though not nearly the standard that Aris thought a Reaper ought be held to. Ari had been doing her best to train alone, which wasn't as easy as people made it out to be and was more frustrating than anything, and she was feeling pretty good about her chances now that the older warriors were getting themselves killed off. She had as good a chance as anyone now.

Sweeping her gaze over those already gathered she shot her mother a toothy grin and a wave before throwing herself down next to Gossamer, who was next to Ophie, who was next to Briar. All the girls in their litter in a ragged little line. "Hey guys," she greeted her sisters from her position sprawled on her belly. "Any plans after the meeting?" Maybe now that she was back she could drag one, two, or all three out for some fun. They never had any fun anymore. She glanced about curiously for Kotori, but he'd always been too caught up in his own self importance over being the only boy in the litter that he tended to be a party pooper anyway, so maybe it could be a girls' day.