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

She kept up the quick glances to make sure Emrik or Speedy weren't showing up (probably too busy with the perfect puppies) until Ira began her speech, which to the yearling signaled that this was underway. It gave her somewhere else to send her attention, even if the matters were a bit stuffy for her tastes.

All of it was pack business, rank ones--new beginnings, training others, working on trades--all that stuff. Maybe it was high time she seek out a more serious mentor, but when she preferred to avoid most things, thinking constructively on that did not come easily.  Anyway, Syrma didn't particularly participate much in this current moment, beyond being all ears. Though her expression didn't necessarily say so, she was attentive enough to grasp this, though it did feel like a lot of things that were above her still.

When the Count's gaze settled upon her, she couldn't help but sit up a little taller.. but it was about their mom, and her new promotion apparently.. which was neither here nor there for Syrma personally, just another fact of it all. She just sort of nodded absently about it, finding herself without a real opinion on that matter. Hearing about the new Constable, Hieronymous, was just another thing to note too--she didn't really think anything would change in her day to day .

Regardless, the messages would carry. She could do that at least. Besides that? She had nothing to really add.