Sun Mote Copse Sometimes the weight of the world is too much

Chanel, having been a newcomer to the group and generally disconnected due to her lack of familial ties, was uninformed on the situation. She had noticed an influx of new wolves, a couple of new scents marking the area here and there. She had not spoken to the new members yet, and she made a mental note to herself, that sometime soon she should acquaint herself with them, out of politeness if nothing else. 

As she was a bit out of the loop on the histories of the packs, as well as uninformed on the members of the grove, she was therefore unaware that many had not made it into their pack. Many had dissapeared or taken off. Chanel had no idea the toll these events had taken on her fellow members. The girl was blissfully unaware.

She was on an evening stroll, when she caught a scent upon the air. It was Wraen, her leader; it had been a little while since she'd had a conversation with the woman and so she followed it to find her. But when she found her, the woman's eyes were closed. Chanel knew what this was, prayer, and although she did not follow a religion of her own, she respected beliefs enough to stay silent. She waited some moments until Wraen's eyes opened from prayer, before letting out a soft chuff of greeting.