Broken Antler Fen Two new ladies

Meetings (rather gatherings in general) made Stitch anxious. Her flighty and timid nature made absolute sure of that, and it was pure torture. For a moment as Sebastian's call rang out through the air Stitch had the actual thought of playing hooky because the thought of being around so many others at one time honestly terrified her. Yet, she knew it was bad form and ungracious of her — not to mention it was important if Sebastian was calling the whole pack together and she banished her thoughts of hooky and made her way to where his call had risen from, ignoring the fibers of her being that begged and sobbed for her to flee.

It relieved the Kesuk-DeMonte to see that she wasn't the first one there but also didn't relieve her at the same time. Her steps were slow, her eyes doe-like as she took in her packmates and those she did not recognize from first glance. Admittedly, she had yet to really meet any of her pack mates but she'd seen them in passing and for the moment that was enough for the timid Stitch whose often approach to new wolves was to stare at them like a deer caught in someone's headlights or nope off in the other direction.

Stitch's crystalline blue gaze swept over the two females she did not know: one an adult and the other a little girl. The girl couldn't have been more than a few months old and though Stitch was innately curious she kept to herself off to the side, present but content to be invisible.