Whitefish River Lay your eyes, look up upon me for the better

The call rang out just as Dulce was finishing her rounds with Vonn. Without care for whether he'd follow or not, she quickly turned and headed toward the source. Before re-entering the territory, she'd been careful to mask any scents that she might have picked up in any and every manner that she could think of. That way, even if her most recent absence was to be addressed, there'd be no reason why she couldn't lie her way out of it.

It became clear that she was one of the firsts to arrive. There was Evergreen, the leader who she'd grown to both respect and despise. On either side of the meeting space sat a stranger who she'd had yet to meet, so instead of saying anything, Dulce chose a spot with enough distance to communicate her desire to not be bothered.