Whitefish River 'Cause I need you here with me

Syrma set off to answer the call, but wasn't very happy about it. She had abandoned her walk to go see what sort of stuff their mom was going to dump on them next, though didn't come with any haste--they could wait on her if they must, she didn't particularly care, and had been a little more withdrawn after.. all else. Scenting a fresh trail on Spica headed on in front of her did spark a bit of joy in her, but she was definitely afraid that this meeting was going to put a very quick stop to any of that, so she wasn't in a big hurry to meet that point.

Acheron was there already, typical of him, and Syrma immediately went on to glue herself to Spica's side. She didn't say anything but eyed their mom warily, her prickly countenance suggesting the ugh what next? she was definitely feeling about it, whatever it was going to be exactly.