Saga was not the first to arrive; though it was unsurprising, as she was not quick to anything, her often reactions slow and calculated. Though the call was coming from her grandfather, she would not rush to reply to it. Instead, the girl found herself wondering what he possibly might want. Her mother had been absent for some time now -- was she hurt? Perhaps even dead? But his call did not have any hint of urgency to it, and yet she found herself expecting the worst.
Still no urgency presented itself to her, even as she cautiously drew closer to the gathering and made her presence known silently. Her green gaze would start on her grandfather, before finding a brown-pelted male that she did not know. Though she never expressed much affection even to her litter-mates, she was used to their company and the presence of family in general. This male was not related to her, and she found her nose wrinkling in mild irritation at his presence around her siblings.
It was them that she directed her attention toward next. Dutiron was talking to the stranger, and she found her paws carrying her to Requiem's side. She was silent as ever, wondering what this meeting was for, but also unwilling to ask.
