When Rivin heard the howl of her friend across the island she would move to rise. She had been allowing herself some time to rest and think. She mulled over her conversation with Gil as well as when Calico Jack saved her from the waves. She thought of her family too. Of the “mother” that she felt betrayed them all, that didn’t care for the rest of their family. She thought of Aresenn, and Diablo too. The trouble her brother had undoubtedly got himself in. But she didn’t tell the other adults. Diablo’s business was his own, and if a pack came for him, Rivin had decided she would stand with her brother. He was in the wrong by moral standards, but the femme cared for her brother. Wrong or not, she would stand with him. But right now, her heart and duty would pull her in the direction of Jack. She grabbed the necklace she had made with the help of her companions and set off with Lark and Feng.
Rivin would find that Gil was already there but, regardless of his presence, Rivin wanted to give her friend the gift. She would approach Jack and set the necklace in front of his paws, a smile on her lips. “A good luck charm for the first raid you’re going to lead.” She told him. Her companions moved off to the side, sitting together as they waited for their mistress to join them. Rivin would draw back, but not before giving the other yearling a wink. “If you don’t have enough bodies to raid with, count me among the masses.” Then the femme would cross over to her companions and sat with them, waiting for others to arrive.
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
