It was no surprise that Saga hadn't exactly integrated well into the pack. Her sudden arrival had seemed to have taken Eirik's father by surprise, and as she knew he likely didn't trust her much, she was careful to keep to herself. Solitude was familiar to the young girl, though she knew it was necessary to at least attempt to integrate with the pack at some point.
The call rang out sharply over the lands that she had become familiar with over the last season. Ears would perk and swivel, examining the sound. It was not someone she was directly familiar with, but she was not surprised given how few wolves she really knew here. Saga would delay her arrival for some time, for no reason in particular. Punctuality wasn't something she was known for, and likely would never be adept at. Finally a sigh would leave her lips as she decided she ought to show up, and the lanky girl would head toward the gathering.
She was undeniably late. The possibility of punishment was a reality, but she didn't expect it nor fear it. Her expression was guarded as she approached the group, instinctively searching for Eirik and moving to sit near him, wondering if he would be disappointed at her late arrival. Despite being late, she caught the end of what Colman had said, nodding and offering him a simple "Sorry," and hoping she still had a place in the hunt despite her awful record of attendance.
