to the cry of drums

Gossamer felt disconnected from herself since her awakening. When she had fallen into slumber it was the beginning of autumn and now she woke to snow covering the ground. Ásta explained that she'd been out for over a month and despite the fox's best attempts her body had started to waste away. She could see it now, staring at herself in the stillness of a mountain lake just beginning to freeze over. Her ribs stuck out and she was easily tired.

Gossamer did her best to take each day as it came, working on getting herself back into working shape and thinking of little else. She had few visitors and kept to her own devices. She knew Basilisk was leader now but had no idea of anything else that occurred since the sickness took her.

Her ears twitched as she heard Bas calling for the warriors, not knowing if she should answer. She was gaining strength true, but she was still in pitiful shape. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to at least show up and get an idea of what was going on in the pack Gossamer made her way to the meeting. It was a call for a raid and if needed she would join otherwise she would sit out. She said nothing as she joined the group, sitting down gently on the outskirts to observe.