Hushed Willows our time will come, too

Eleuthera reeeeeally didn’t like being told what to do, but she didn’t like disappointed her mama’s either. Meetings and official pack business was cool, she guessed, but there was something about it’s mandatory natured that repelled her. She would go, eventually, but Eleuthera had not a stable pack structure in all her life and believe it would wholly be okay if she was late, or just got the spark notes from someone else, later.

So Eleuthera plodded along, heading somewhere kinda in the direction of mama Seabreeze’s call — but her entire demeanor and opinion changed when she happened across Mali and Brilliance and Okeanos. There was something going on here, and Eleuthera read the entire situation’s energy as bad. 

She must get involved.

Eleuthera, the oldest child on the scene, stood atop her tall-ish limbs and stalked towards them, immediately fuming as she tried to exert a mien of dominance over the the situation. “Are you freaking kidding me?” she asked, rather accusingly. Her gaze shot from Mali to Brilliance, notably drifting over Okeanos. He was her brother, the good sibling, which made him essentially perfect. Eleuthera walked closer and sneered.

“You're gonna get in so much trouble.” For what? Who cared. All Eleuthera knew was that she was going to be the one to rat them out for it.