Blacktail Deer Plateau The show must go on [pack meeting]

A few days of interrupted rest did a body good. Finally, Junior was truly on the mend. Her legs looked absolutely gnarly—they were covered in scabs which were more often than not slathered in an herbal paste of some sort—and they still hurt, but she no longer felt feverish. In fact, aside from the slight ache in her limbs and her weariness, Junior didn't feel that bad at all after having slept for nearly forty-eight hours straight.

When Dante's call echoed over the plateau, Junior lifted her head from the den floor, then slowly pushed herself upright. She glanced dully at Finley, then rose onto all fours and hobbled from the den. The cold air stung her legs but it was manageable. Blue Willow was out there and offered to help her but the juvenile motioned for the Healer to go ahead. She felt strong enough to walk on her own, though it might take her a while. Hell, the meeting might be half over by the time she arrived, a thought which made her smirk slightly.

She actually made decent time, however, and arrived at the meeting place simultaneously with several others. Junior remained on the outskirts of the gathering, feeling rather self-conscious of her legs, and slumped down against a tree for extra support. She sighed, then turned her mismatched eyes to her leaders, her gaze inquisitive. Why had Dante called them here? she wondered, then began to scan for her siblings' faces.