"I will not play with sharp objects"

Syanna wasn't late per se, but she was definitely cutting it close as she came jogging down the castle corridors and into the Great Hall. She'd been changing out some of the expiring medical supplies in the infirmary's cabinets when Artorias' call for the pack meeting came out and her darn drive to see her work done urged her to just keep going until she finished. Thankfully it hadn't kept her too long, and as the fiery-furred woman slipped into the crowded hall, she realized she had made it in the nick of time. Spotting Ezra was easy—his giant form towered over most of the other wolves in the Hallows—and she slunk her way between the rows of tables to come up alongside her boyfriend.

"Room for one more?" she teased with a flirty smile as she nestled herself in between Ezra's forelegs and settled in for the meeting. She saw Artorias and Dusk up at the head of the hall, little Dusk elevated on a platform of sorts like she was about to give a speech. Syanna knew what this was about; she'd helped tend to Thorn after the accident, after all. She didn't know what the Aegis had decided on to make this a lesson for Dusk, but she hoped it wasn't too terrible for the young girl. It was just an accident, after all.

"Syanna"