Quality Control

She’s been feeling pretty disconnected lately, but was that any different than usual? Not really. Distant, keeping everyone at arm’s length. With everyone around her so close, coming in as an outsider was… different. Difficult. She thinks about the nice blue man, the one from Elysium. Wondering if she’d be better off there, rather than here. Maybe she’d talk to Kotori about it, later. For now, there’s a meeting.

She hangs around the fringes, watching steadily. Carefully. It wasn’t their alpha who’d called, instead one of the other members of the pack. Sanna dipped her head, a nod to the summoner, before taking a seat to the back. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, as if trying to fade into the gathering group.

"Speech"