No More Secrets [Mandatory Pack Meeting]

Despite the injuries granted to her by the ocean, the hybrid was not going to settle down for long. Even when she had been granted a den for her own restoration, it had been accepted snidely; and when awake, Arkham was consistent in her attempts to roam. It hurt to do anything aside from lay down and sleep—and even that could be a prickly thing—but still, she refused to stagnate. When the call rang out for a gathering, Ark had managed to creep from the den. Her head raised as the eerie sound of wolfsong pierced the air, and for a moment (though it jarred her senses) she felt compelled to raise her chin and join in. That thought shocked her in to silence. She held back on the urge and chose to seek out the root of the noise. It took some time to navigate the forest—she was tentative in her movement, cautious and pained with every step. By the time Arkham arrived, a few others were already present. She chose not to expose herself to them initially, and roosted in the shadow of the trees.