The priestess was curled in her den, preparing poultices when the howl came to her ears. It belonged to the dying Beta, Lecter. A summons, it was, for the whole pack. There was a meeting to be had soon and he needed everyone in attendance. She rose on her paws, preparing to step out of the den when Jinx's call reached her ears. Her ears flattened then, in fear. Was the Sheogorath-tainted female nearby?
She waited a while, hoping that no stench of sickness or flash of mucky white would pass her den entrance. When it all seemed clear, she darted out of her temporary home, heading towards the shaman's call.
There was quite a lot of wolves gathered by the time she reached them. Eleven, including the Beta himself. Scanning the gathered wolves with her eyes, she saw a lot going on subtly between them. The dark-furred male Kaname was sitting rather close to a young white female, whose face betrayed her somber mood. Rahxethe, or Rahzie was sitting by a tawny male, not before giving an icy glare to a gray-furred youth. A black male sat away from them all, watching everyone with suspicion in his eyes. So much going on here, yet she couldn't stay to enjoy it all. A pity.
The priestess sat down in her own little space, indigo eyes turned towards Lecter, awaiting his words.
