Blacktail Deer Plateau [Meeting] Trying to take what's lost and broken, make it right

They were seemingly dismissed – Siren was not privy to what the tensions were that seemed to ripple throughout the pack, and rather than attempt to figure it out, the ivory girl stubbornly pushed the thought away. It did not seem to directly involve her, and she was of the simple opinion of staying out of trouble.
 
Her periwinkle eyes would sweep across the others once more before giving a nod. Pushing herself up, Siren’s ivory form swiftly moved away from the clearing to which they had gathered, her paws taking her toward the borders where she would distract herself with a quick patrol or hunt. Next time, she would need to actually be on time.