Hushed Willows ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

when the call is set out, brilliance picks up her head and closes her eyes. a weird pain has settled behind her eyes and she tiredly starts to stand, joints too young to be creaking making ugly sounds along the way. every part of her wants to ignore it but she knows she can’t, not like last time. how much of sad, disappointed papa can she really take? how many she can take of sad, disappointed her?
 
her stomach churns at the thought of facing the other wolves, god, wolves she doesn’t even know! but she bites back the feeling and slowly slinks in that direction.
 
it is no surprise she is not first to arrive, nor that @Mali isn’t there, but she spots delight and a few others and makes every bit of effort to skirt around the outside of the group so she can come sit near her father. her thin frame shivers from a sudden gust of wind but she doesn’t make an effort to scoot closer to anyone, waiting to see what this boring meeting will turn into.