Man the Pumps

Modesty still wasn’t comfortable with her lack of fur but, well, at least it was still warm out and it seemed like Gil was right, her fur was growing back, albeit incredibly slowly, her quills standing out more prominently than ever. She had progressed from trying to tuck herself into his armpit at all times to walking more comfortably shoulder to shoulder, though she still tried to keep a low profile. The call for a meeting had her heart in her throat, but she had been summoned and so she would come.

The prospect of a raid was exciting, but it wasn’t something she had an opinion worth sharing on. The only pack she knew of was Ashen, and well, that might be a bit awkward with them being her family and all, but this was her new family, and she wouldn’t sit out if that was what they chose. She sat herself next to Gil to listen in to what the others had to say, and try to not take any jabs about her lack of fur too personally (although bursting into tears was still a possibility).

“Speech.”