Cold North Winds

Pyrite was slowly becoming accustomed to living around wolves again, not that it had made her anymore social about things. She still didn’t know her fellow pack mates, beyond Dread who had proven himself quite the young warrior. Everyone left her to herself, and that was just fine for the small reclusive woman.

Except for today. Pyr knew to answer the call when she was summoned, though instead of the young Prince calling for backup this was a general call to the whole pack. She wasn’t quite sure her presence was warranted, but her small deft paws moved anyway. Blue eyes gilded by gold scanned the meeting place, still devoid of her brother. Pyr made her way to the back of the crowd to await him as she leaned back to sit, wapping her snow tipped tail around her hips. All the while looking up curiously at the alpha, wondering what could be so important.