Whitefish River I Fucked With the Forces That Our Eyes Can't See

Ira's stern howl brought her away from the riverside and creeping to the scene, reluctantly. She had avoided most interactions lately, and especially kept herself away from Speedy's densite after being left to feel so lowly about everything before the pups had come. The twins went about their business without any of their perfect siblings needed, though it was getting difficult to just.. ignore it all. She had stewed on that all quite a bit, and still didn't like reminders about any of it.

Here and now, Syrma appeared, probably not without Spica all that far flung, and kept her presence on the down-low as she hugged the edge of everything. Ahead of her, she saw the leader, pups (ugh of course), and two dudes--thankfully, neither of which were Emrik yet. She already felt out of place and just glanced occasionally to the others, pointedly ignoring the littlest wolves, and wishing she didn't have to be seen here at all because it was inevitable that Emrik come. She just hoped he would get the hint and pretend she and Spica didn't exist.

Something about this meeting's summons definitely felt like business, and she didn't want her family upsets to cloud it for her any more than it already was.