Swiftcurrent Creek time marches on [pack meeting · r2]

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Cygnet certainly could move faster, but she didn't want to. She lagged behind Arlette, stopping every now and again when an itch she absolutely had to scratch stopped her in her tracks. She stopped to pee several times, even when there was nothing to squeeze out. She sniffed at scents, and had to be beckoned to move again toward the call. 

A pack meeting would mean that there would be numerous wolves, and some of them she had no interest in seeing. She didn't understand why she had to be involved at all- it wasn't as though she was expected to have any input, right? With no other kids to play with, her desire to be social at all had more or less disappeared. 

Still, she obeyed Arlette and tagged along, though her expression turned sour when they reached the group. She turned her ears back and moved to Arlette's side, hoping she might be shielded from view by the beta wolf. She did look up to see Eshe, seated in a place of what she assumed was importance. Her ears flicked forward for a moment as she considered the woman, who had entertained her about as much as was ever possible. 

Then, a scent caught her attention. She sniffed and snuffled, until she caught sight of the dried fish at the feet of another packmate. She stared at the fish almost accusingly, and then lifted her glare to the man. That was for her, right? It had to be for her. She was the youngest, and should be fed. She chuffed at him and licked her lips; a silent demand that he bring at least one of the fish over and share it with her.