Burn it down [meeting]

The female would breathe in, heeding to the call, though she didn't understand why it was not the phoenix who called for the pack. No, somewhere, deep within, she sensed the answer. The phoenix... was she... gone? Dead? Arisu shook her head, removing herself from her den. A look was cast at the herbs she had been growing -- poisons. Radioactive gaze lingered on them for a long moment before giving a sigh. So it was time to see who the pack was passed to, and to give her word that she would not be staying. Her loyalty had been to Jupiter, no one else.

"Hnn." She would take her time getting there, finding others already gathered. Gaze would shift for the one holding themselves in a position of authority. There. Arisu would approach her, tail kept respectfully lowered, but coming too close into personal space as she gazed into the other's eyes.

"My 'oya'y was 'o' 'o you. I reque' my 'eave." Words came from her mouth, with no tongue to help shape them, leaving them distorted. Yet she spoke loud enough, as one speaking clearly would. She held no shame in her maim, nor her decision. There was no need to sugarcoat things or to make this any harder. She just hoped this would not be a pain to get permission to head off.