Wolves of every sort seemed to converge upon the meeting. Her tail flicked nervously, a little uncertain about being a part of a pack again. She had almost forgotten what it was like, being surrounded by the scent of others, and each of them unfamiliar to her. When the same bronzey male she'd met the past winter plopped himself down at her side, she jumped, unable to contain a tiny squeak. When she realized who it was her eyes widened in delight. "You're here! Wow, I was starting to think I'd hallucinated our meeting last winter." She opened her mouth to speak again but... something happened.
Mirajane felt the tension ripple through the crowd, and i made her hackles rise. Looking towards the head of the congregation, she saw that Kassander had been taken aside by a massive male. Kassander let out a howl, and before long their moderate gathering had become a swarm of agitation. Mirajane was so busy watching them all that she found it difficult to pay attention to what was being said. Two of the younger wolves looked so scared, and Kassander didn't look much better. Leaders of other packs arrived... It was chaos. Mirajane attempted to flatten herself to the ground, worried that she'd just get in the way. She turned her head and whispered to Hephaestus, "What on earth is going on?" When Kassander laid it all out, it felt like the breath was being pushed from her lungs. There was to be a war? Mirajane had never done very well in the battle lessons given to her as a child, and the thought that some of these wolves would not return was scary.
But she had joined this pack for a reason, and that was to create bonds, to be protected, to build herself a home. What was a pack if you didn't fight to protect those around you? She might not have been very good at what she did, but if Mira didn't at least try then she might as well just leave. That was unacceptable. So when Kassander asked who would fight for them Mirajane stood up. Her voice quivered a bit but she forced her eyes to show her determination. "I know I'm new to this pack, but I will fight too," she stated, simple and to the point. She would fight, or she would leave. She would live, or she would die. One she couldn't bear and the other, well, that was up to the gods.
