call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

Iruna · (This post was last modified: November 25, 2024, 02:55 PM by Iruna.)

Íruna stepped into the glen, the thick canopy above casting dappled light onto the gathering below. Clutched within her jaws was a bundle of freshly gathered herbs, their faint, earthy scent mingling with the cool breeze.

She moved towards the center of the clearing, her steps light but deliberate, the soft ferns underfoot barely bending beneath her weight. Once there, Íruna set the herbs down gently between her paws, before taking a cautious seat near Y'var'la. Her lavender eyes scanned the gathering, taking in the familiar and unfamiliar faces alike.

Briefly, they landed on Y'var'la, whom she offered a small dip of her head to. A silent greeting. She had wished to begin making efforts to meet some of the other women of Forneskja, and she supposed now was as good a time than any.

Her gaze drifted briefly to the herbs she had brought before returning to the wolves around her. Though she said nothing, her posture was relaxed yet attentive, her ears slightly tilted forward as she waited for the gathering to begin.