Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

She had been napping outside the den in a patch of sun that warmed her fur comfortably. The call had woken her and grumpily, she considered ignoring it. She was tired today, and the thought of getting up and sitting with pack seemed like far too much work. It was really unlike her to sleep in the middle of the day, but she had not been able to ignore the sleepiness when it overcame her. 

With a long sigh, she stretched and reluctantly got to her feet. Finally, she left, trotting through the territory in the direction from which the sound had come. When she arrived, it was from behind Ky, and she could see a good number of the pack already there—a few faces she didn't know very well and few she knew too well. She came up beside the Grandmaster, and brushed against him languidly as she passed, giving him a soft smile as she took a seat close but off to the side a bit. She gave Whrist and Nyra both a cold stare before laying comfortable down in a sphinx-like position. It was then that she saw Aerin, and she offered a curt nod before letting her fiery gaze rest on her mate's face to wait for him to explain why he called them all here.