Go The Distance

Walk | Talk | Think

Likely it was her own fault that she had failed to hear about the change in leadership inside her own home, relation to the leader aside. In her mind, Deteste had finally come through on his word, claimed a territory for his family, and had settled them quietly there in the north. It had taken some time but with the expansions and bringing in of new territory Callisto had found her peace, taking sanctuary inside the Gorge and spending much of her time there, alone and quite happily so. Life had settled somewhat into its own routine of sorts, or at least enough for the grey and black pup to think truly that her home was stable, safe, and at last satisfactory.

The howl that had risen through the Tortugan lands was unfamiliar, strange, and held within it an authority Callisto did not believe it rightfully possessed. As she stopped along the edge of her gorge, she cast her silvery blue eyes toward the direction of the lake, narrowing them with confusion and an unexpected touch of possessiveness. This pack was Deteste's; who was this who came in and ordered his pack as if it were their own?

Curiosity as much as a strong desire to understand drew the young girl out of the gorge and toward the lake, her thin, lanky form quiet as it followed through easy paths and entered the place of the meeting. They were gathered in the heart of the Kennocha Lake, six of them, and not a one that she could recognize. She paused beyond the group, scanning the unfamiliar faces of Tortuga - when had they joined? - until finally she cast an assessing look toward the woman at the helm of the meeting. Regality and authority seemed apparent enough in her bearing, but who was she? And where was Callisto's father?

It felt strange, being here. Without her family she felt disconnected, not entirely a part of the pack and therefore not exactly suitable to attend such a meeting. But maybe they would come. Maybe Deteste would show alongside Circe. Maybe even her irritant of a brother would show as well. Just as quietly as she had arrived, the young wolf padded slowly forward and took up a seated position just beyond the wolf seated furthest from the oddly marked white wolf who situated herself as leader. Callisto said nothing, no words of greeting or introduction. She was far more interested in observing.