The raiding party was back but the call for a meeting was unexpected. Rivin frowned, not sure if she cared for the tone in the air. She had been preparing some bundles of herbs to help treat wolves when they got back but… maybe that had to wait? Heeding the call of the Raid King, the red streaking femme would leave her room where she had been working to make her way to the others. Immediately she seeks Calico Jack out and notices that he is tense. Something is up. Something big is up. Green gaze shoots questioningly to Gil for a moment before she sits beside her boyfriend, her voice quiet as she tries to reassure him. “I’m here, Patchwork. No matter what happened, we’re going to face it together.” Her paw moves over his and she leans in close, her fur brushing against his slightly smaller form. She does not miss how Siduri is on the ground holding her head… or the nasty wound on her shoulder. Just what the fuck happened this time around?
"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.
