Come Together and Rise [Pack Meeting]

Aoife had managed to avoid the worst of the disease that ravaged the world all through that winter and into spring, but she'd watched with helplessness as it had taken one member of Valhalla after another into its grip and one by one they'd succumbed. After so many deaths it had been difficult to keep her mind off the horrible possibility that her mother or brother might be next to die. She'd not been able to bring herself to so much as touch any of her musical instruments for weeks, so caught up in her worries was she. But the sun had returned and it had miraculously healed all those sick, and Aoife's relief washed away the stress and worries, her joy freed like a butterfly from a cocoon. Like the rest of her packmates, she grieved over those they'd lost, but relief let her think clearly and feel happiness without feeling guilty, for the first time in a while.

It was in this frame of mind that she trotted up in answer to her mother's summons, lute slung over her shoulder and the ever-watchful Anja padding at her heels, to sit among her siblings and the remainder of her packmates, and wait for the meeting to start.