Preparing a Feast

She was the furthest thing from a sigma in her own mind, but she would try to help Ashtoreth as well as anyone else that had responded to her call. The girl would have a bit of a trip ahead of her, she had been wandering the moors when she heard the little hunter's howl. Yet she would take it as a little warm up as she quickly headed toward the others, stretching her muscles and getting her blood flowing before the hunt started. By the time that she got there, there were others that were seemingly ready to hunt, and she would take a quiet place near the back of the gathering. Sarak's voice just barelywould be heard by her in the distance, followed by Surreal's tones which grew clearer as she drew closer to the group. Her family held an air of regality, and she would smile - proud of the two and their constant caring for the pack. Quintus arrived around the same time as her, if not a bit before. "Nice to meet you Quintus - I'm Lyric." She would whisper to him, a gentle look on her features as she hoped to help the boy feel a little less nervous. They were family after all, weren't they? Although she was older than he was, she wasn't much larger and felt just as new here at times despite this being her birthpack.


With that she would look to Ashtoreth, the leader of this hunt. "Sorry I'm late." Hopefully she wouldn't mind one more late addition to her hunt - and an inexperienced on at that. The woman would ask if everyone was ready, and she would follow after her with everyone else, keeping toward the flank of the group - she didn't want to get in anyone's way, she knew little to nothing about this but she could take orders as well as any able bodied adult. With that in mind she would wait for orders from Ashtoreth or Sarak - and aide the hunting party anyway that she could.
"Speech."