Even from way out to the far side of the territory, she could hear Bass' echoing howl, coming from the Serpent Plains. Ah, and she was so busy, too. The dame shuffled her unorganized herbs to the side, deciding to finish placing them in separate piles later, before standing to her paws and slipping out into the sunlight. It was hot...this boiling, uncomfortable summer heat. It didn't help that she had relatively longer fur, too. Harmony turned and began to walk toward the direction in which the howl came from, to stretch her legs and get her sore joints used to walking and traveling a long distance. Before casually breaking out into a quick run, leaping over fallen trees and maneuvering around shrubs that tried to slow her.
Due to her living so far away, she had seemed to arrive quite late. Everyone was gathered in a group around Bass, including her sisters, her young nieces/nephews, and many of the pack members. But out of all, Wren seemed to distance herself away from Bass instead of sitting near him. This clued her into what may be going on. Something wrong, obviously. Speaking of which...a foreign aroma did sort of linger in the air. Harmony made her way over to Starling, her little apprentice, and seated herself next to him, smiling kindly down at him. "Hello, Starling dear. Did I arrive a little too late?" She asked with a playful giggle, her tail thumping gently against the ground.
