even a god-king can bleed

She knew she was late. Incredibly, massively late. After she talked with Natalya to explain where she had been and her current condition, she had retreated back to her den, the place that had kept her safe from the outside world the last few days. She had been a roller coaster of emotions and she was exhausted. Mentally and physically exhausted. She had collapsed in her den and fallen asleep, finally able to rest a little easier knowing that her sister forgave her for her mistakes. However she was only able to nap for a few minutes before she woke up to the sound of Natalya calling everyone together. Phoebe groaned and rolled over, fighting sleep as she tried to wake up enough to pull herself to her paws. It took her several minutes and lots of willpower to crawl out of her den with a yawn. Her steps were sluggish, the knowledge that she was going to be late not making her any more eager to hurry.

When she finally arrived it seemed she had missed quite the dramatic gathering. She saw her brother clearly agitated, but for what she couldn't be sure. It woke her up immediately and her silver gaze darted from what seemed to be one side of the family to the other. She padded over to stand near Natalya, unsure of what to do. She only knew that whatever happened she had to support her sister and her brother. Of course she wasn't blind. She saw who was here, but she had no context as to why or what they wanted. For now she would remain silent, merely watching and waiting.



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