Silvertip Mountain The winds of change

Her dark eyes were finally getting a rest. Since the attack, she had only permitted herself short naps to keep her energy up as she patrolled the territory, scouring every inch for other potential risks. She almost hated herself for not knowing of the cougar until it had already been in the process of an attack on the pack. Ever since Banyuk, she had been striving to ensure no one was injured because she was caught off guard. She knew now that she couldn't rest until she felt she had made up for this.

Vanora's ears twitched and her tail trashed when the howls came to her. Grumbling slightly, she pulled herself from beneath the fallen tree she had made her temporary den for the day. The call was no doubt from Fitz and Zaria. It was also clear that it was very important that she showed up to the meeting being called. With another growl to further vocalize her annoyance of not being able to sleep, she set off toward the voices.

She eventually arrived at a waterfall that she would had admired and called lovely if it were at another time. Now, though, she saw a small group of the pack had gathered. No one was talking, and Zaria's wound had opened up. Though she was on the females uninjured side, it was obvious from the scent coming from her and her position. She sat toward the back of the group, waiting silently for the rest of the wolves to appear and for her alpha to speak.