Having missed the last pack meeting, Saga figured it was best that she attend this one. Eirik's father call was unmistakable and rang out loudly and clearly across the lands. Though she moved soon after, fully intending to be present, she didn't move as quickly as most might. Quiet as a mouse she crept, finding herself soothed by the familiar vegetation of the gulley that had once again begun to sprout all around her. Though she preferred solitude, she felt guilty for not going to see Eirik sooner -- he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, a trait that she rarely found in others, and she felt she ought to speak with him more often.
Although she had wanted to get to the meeting early, she had trailed off slightly -- and as she moved forward to the group, she noticed the entire pack was already there, or so it seemed. The woman was silent as ever as she moved forward, movement precise and graceful as the tiny thing moved to find Eirik, the most familiar face here for her, sitting down near him with little more than a passing glance.
