Though she had not shown it, the plague that had struck so many wolves had terrified her. Already quite withdrawn, preferring to keep to herself most of the time, the sickness had been just another reason to avoid others. It seemed nobody knew if it was a simple, passing illness, or if it was fatal -- and the thought of death was not appealing to the young Saga. She was grateful to hear when a cure had been found for the sickness, and slowly the wolves that were ill began to recover.
It was a perfect time for a meeting, and she quickly rose to meet her grandparents' call. She would follow not far behind her brothers, coming to rest by Requiem's side and nodding to him in silent greeting. Green eyes dance around the wolves that had gathered, noting many with her family's characteristic markings, wondering what exactly awaited them during this meeting.
