the awful screaming of the lambs • pack meeting

Following her struggle with Rahzie, Creidne had assumed a low profile. To be frank, she was ashamed -bothered by the recklessness of her own stunted fuse. It was as if all of her parents' nay-saying had come to pass. She had abandoned Kephriti for adventures in the secular world and it seemed as though every decision since then had become a disaster. The pack, her leader, the fight -it was definitely wrong. Tossing her head atop extended legs Cree grappled with various possible solutions.

That's when the Shaman called -his message very persuasive in its urgency. Going up on all four feet, Creidne shook herself and prepared to go -only to be halted by Jinx's chaser moments later. Shrinking in her own skin, the Lambda nervously searched her proximity with a wide eyed glance. When nothing or rather no one was seen, it was in spite of herself that Creidne breathed an automatic, "thank Kephriti."

Disturbed by this she refused to think on it and instead made her way quickly to the meeting place. Noting Rahzie's at least temporary absence, she settled in and threw a nod towards Sitri. After all, he was her only peaceable acquaintance outside of the white leader that haunted them all in melancholy.