Swiftcurrent Creek you soon find you have few choices — mandatory meeting, r2 ends 11/17

Talos's head snapped up as the summons echoed across the lands. She was not within the lands the pack had claimed, and for the first rebellious moment had no intention of answering that summons. But her ears picked up a distant note within her father's voice that concerned her afresh; a certain anxiety and urgency that set her own feet to dancing anxiously and uncertainly in place. She lowered her head and tried to tell them to be still, tried to will herself into ignoring it, but the enlarging lump in her throat and the tightening tension in her chest simply would not let her. All sorts of disasters and premonitions of doom began to play through her head in rapidfire fashion: what if, what if, what then... until finally she threw her own stubbornness over in disgust and, before she even knew what was happening, her feet were running home, her eyes blurred with emotion that had her only avoiding the intervening treetrunks and other obstacles at the very last second. As it was she still managed to trip herself in a small ditch on the way there, gaining a slight limp which she steadfastly ignored. It did make her a little slower and later even than she'd entirely intended, however.

It had been a little while since she had actually crossed Swiftcurrent's borders, and as she approached them her speed began to falter; her footsteps measured their paces with even more sluglike caution as she drew nearer to the meeting place proper. Talos slunk in around the far edges of the clearing and stubbornly remained there, her suspicious and sulky gaze darting itself around unpredictably from one form to another. She noted Eilonwy, and only one of her brothers, along with another familiar few faces—Soltero in particular got a longer and extra-withering look. Most importantly however, she did not see her mother... though she did spy her father, of course. And Aria. Yes... her. Talos glared long and resentfully at her father, but in the end it was Aria whose face the youngster's silvern eyes settled upon as they lasered their focus forth with white-hot fury. Talos set her jaw and resolutely said nothing, only ghosted a little further away around the fringes of the group, pretty much as far and she could get from Constantine and Aria both, and there she skulked and hovered restlessly like some sort of ill-wishing cursed spirit. Anyone who dared to so much as look her way would also be met with a scorching glare balefully warning them to keep their distance.