well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

Vague amusement flickered in her eyes. Her age had softened her slightly, and while she didn't have the same penchant for chaos that the younger pack members might, she regarded this idea with the same sort of mild interest that might be elicited from a much tamer activity - like a long walk on the beach. Despite her age she would happily participate in some mild shit-stirring. At the very least it'd be entertaining, if nothing else. She'd skip the drink - maybe it'd help loosen her joints up before their little adventure, but alcohol wasn't really her substance of choice. She'd rather be clear-minded during these escapades anyway. She gave Valdis a little nudge, wondering if she was up for it or if she thought staying home and resting was a better idea for herself.