Change [PACK MEETING]

Malia slowly but surely was making her way around the borders of the lands she knew well to be Seracia. She heard the call as she was in the middle of hunting and her startled shake forced the food to run. She cursed silently to herself before running off towards the call. It was important and very clear; she had to be there, or else. Her light tawny fur brushed against the ground when she took a small tumble towards her running. She was tripping over her own paws to get to the place her queen resided. That was not good.


Eventually Malia reached the barn and with a small smile she gave her greeting. "Queen Loccian." Her greeting held the kind and bubbly attitude that she almost always held. She let her tail lower as a sign of submission as she gave a bow. She was anxious, maybe nervous about what the queen had to say. She would await the rest of the pack in silence and with a smile.