Sun Mote Copse Hidalgo

Now that everyone was there, she didn't want to talk. She'd called the meeting because she knew it was necessary that they figure something out, and because part of her wanted nothing more than to take her kids and run off, leaving the copse behind and beg Towhee to let her join her pack. She could state her intentions tonight- but she knew she shouldn't just dodge off that quickly. Everyone present was hurting- Finley especially. And it would dishonor Colt if she simply ran off when his sister was there, hurting so much. 

She gritted her teeth together and avoided looking at anyone in particular. Part of her wanted to break down and sob. She could feel the occasional glance from one of the others, and she pointedly stared away from them, knowing that if she made eye contact with them, and saw their sympathy, that she'd lose every single bit of her composure. She took a few moments to try and think of what to say- but she couldn't quite sort out what it was she wanted to bring up. Nor could she really say how she felt, as that too would have pushed her over the edge. And so, with a voice thick with pain and resentment, she spoke, shrugging one angular shoulder deftly as she did so. 

"Now what."

It wasn't voiced as a question, because she resented that it was something they had to consider. The leadership of their pack was up in the air, and the very state of it had been shaken with the loss of another adult. She also had to figure out how to go about raising the kids as a single mother, something she was not prepared to do whatsoever.