the awful screaming of the lambs • pack meeting

Lecter's words were a small spurn to Creidne. What did he mean they were to seperate -at a time like this? Smoke ears parted obediently upon her head, but there was hesitation in her heart. She didn't want to be alone right now. She wanted to be comforted by the security that was supposed to come along with being one amongst a number. However, the shaman denied her that automatically, and furthermore, without any serious friends to speak of she was at a loss. Watching as some paired off to leave the meeting place Cree was reminded of the almost constant lonliness that she had felt back home. Sucking in a supportive breath, she simply did as she always did -she carried on.

Stalking into the distance until things became quiet, at first she thought to busy herself but then reconsidered. She just wanted to sulk in her feelings -all of them. Lowering herself to her belly and then to her side, the young female receded into thoughts of an especially dark nature. In a way she almost hoped that things would go sour with the insurgents, so that she might possibly feel relevant in Ouroboros Spine.