Roll Call

Fia was growing out of old habits of sticking around the den and was actually spending a lot more of her time in the mainland areas of the pack opposed to the island. It actually felt better to be away from home these days which was such a drastic change in how she felt just a season ago. She still liked to be lazy of course, but it was easy to say fighting had peaked her interested beside working on crafts with her sister. It was almost like it was in her blood to enjoy things like this.

Luckily she was on the island the time the meeting was held, she wasn't paying attention to days or times anyways. She joined the others and very simply just observed them as she approached. The last time they had any kind of "meeting" was when they had the festival and she was teeny tiny greeting others with her parents. She looked up at her father and the pink woman, not thinking anything beyond the politics of her pack. She knew that the general would have been someone her father trusted but she was too young to think of anything past that. She wouldn't tie the two together for why her father had been more scarce recently. She followed just as the others did, sitting in the small gathering amongst them.

"Fiametta"