Kassander's voice rolled out over the lands, and Mirajane perked upwards. A cluster of spirits had been trailing after her all morning long, and they too began to quiver at the thought of being summoned. Was something wrong? Was someone in trouble? Since her joining she hadn't talked with many others (okay, with anyone) but Kassander had seemed nice enough. This was probably nothing to worry about, and she didn't want to be late to their first summons. She kicked it into high gear and began weaving in between boulders on her way towards... wherever. The moss was squishy underfoot, and she had strands of it dangling from her patterned pelt, remnants of her den refurbishing just prior.
She came upon the group at a run, which she slowed hastily into a walk. Dignity had never been her strong suit, and she could not hold back an embarrassed cough. The young girl settled at the back of the group. She was only a Squire, right? Maybe that was where she ought to go? She looked over the others in attendance, giving a courteous nod of greeting to Kassander before acknowledging anyone else. Besides Kassander there were three others: a dark man, a russet man, and a girl of pale coloration much like Mira's own. Walking the thin line between observing and creeping, Mira stared her down. She seemed young, was she friendly? The gods knew Mira needed more friends, because there was no use being in a pack if you kept to yourself. Perhaps she would try to catch her eye once this was all over and done with. Until then, she would do her best to remain silent.
