Horizon Ridge chasing the sun · pack meeting

The black female's ears pricked at the alpha's summoning howl. Hauling herself to her feet from her comfortable position in a somewhat-shady spot, Cidra started towards the direction the call had originated from, green eyes flicking back and forth in a longstanding habit born of chronic nervousness bordering on something like paranoia.

The easy trot that Cidra had begun with quickly broke into a lope, carrying her faster and faster as she strained to get to the meeting ground. She was new to the pack, and therefore worried terribly about messing up. She hadn't really been in an honest-to-goodness pack before. It was a new experience.

When she reached the meeting place, she was definitely not the first wolf there. Well, at least she wouldn't have to wonder if she was in the right place, but hopefully she wasn't late...that wouldn't be good. Not good at all.

Ah, present. Yes... She remembered, thankful she'd managed to bring it. Cidra held it carefully in her mouth, trying hard not to break it. It was a sand dollar from the coast, an unbroken one at that. Many tens of hours had been devoted to scouring the shores for something to offer to her new packmates, and to her, this had fit the bill perfectly.