Hushed Willows our time will come, too

She hadn't met many of her packmates. Instead, she had mostly kept to herself, not really feeling up to socializing most days. Being in a pack again and not really knowing anyone had been a big adjustment for Sif, and most days were spent just being overwhelmed by everything.

Today, she had ventured from her den, feeling unusually bold, but had frozen in place when she heard the leader's call. The thought of being around that many wolves at once made her want to slink back to the safety of her den, but she knew she couldn't do that. So, she began moving in the direction the call had come. When she arrived, she was somewhat relieved to see the only two wolves she had met. Her relief was short-lived though as she reminded herself that others would soon arrive. She sat a short distance away from the two women, eyes trained on the ground, and waited silently for the meeting to start.