Blacktail Deer Plateau [Meeting] Trying to take what's lost and broken, make it right

Shame flooded her as the ivory she-wolf pulled up to the back of the group, her muzzle low and her eyes upon the cheeks of the Alpha. She had been slower than expected to arrive, and coming upon the grey man mid-word, she settled her rump to the ground. Ears pinned back, Siren hoped none would even truly notice her – a ghost among them.. only but a stranger.
 
She was uncertain of what Dante spoke of. The relationship between a pack that was unknown to her was briefly discussed, but the general gist of what she did take from the meeting was to avoid going southward of the valley – advice she could easily take, given she did not desire to stray too far from the Plateau just yet. She was still settling in, and did not desire to make tension with any of her comrades or neighbors.
 
Only seconds passed since she had come in, and then, just as quickly, Dante was seemingly ready to dismiss them. Embarrassment in the form of a blush would rise to her cheeks – she had arrived late, and, of course, missed everything. It was a wonderful first impression upon her pack mates, she was certain.