Brightly Wound

The pack was widely spread, more so than she was used to, the island just not providing as much room as the pack would like. Now they were both islander and mainlanders, or maybe they were just oceaners. She really didn't know.

The she-wolf ambled toward the meeting, limping slightly. She had twisted a paw after slipping off of a wet log and was still having a hard time putting her whole weight on it. Still, the positive she-wolf kept her head up and didn't complain. When she reached the meeting place, she was not surprised that there were so many wolves already there.

Soleil would never complain about Chryanthe's choices for the pack but it was obvious she was having a tough time with the new land. She shared the joys of her family, however, and was more than thrilled to see her children thriving. Azalea especially seemed to be back to her old self. Blue eyes stopped her fiery daughter now, sitting with a pup on either side. Her grandchildren.

The pale mam took a seat at the back of the meeting, never one to bother the others by trying to get closer to Chrys. Her eyes surveyed the pack, doing a check of general health and well being.