Even after their visit to Diveen she hadn't stopped thinking about what the she-wolf there had said of her, she and her mate, all of them. She was like them. Perhaps she was born to them, perhaps her mother had bred with one of them not knowing that the end results would be tiny little Ceal with her pink markings. She also didn't think that her markings could get her into deep trouble with what was brewing all around Moladion as we speak. She had been roaming all over their mountain home for days now and hadn't see to many out and about, though she hadn't travelled near the boards as she knew this was a bad place to be, you never knew who hid behind a bush.

When Momma called them all to the meeting she happily skipped along towards where she heard the call of her Momma, she loved Moonie dearly for all that she had done and wanted to help as well as the others did. But she knew that she was still far to young for this sorta thing, that she was just a pup who needed to be watched over carefully. As the meeting gets under way she skoots between wolves trying to get to the front and where Momma and Daddy would be, Swallow would be there as well she knew he would be. What a great big brother he was. Her pink eyes alight on those of Moonie's and she wiggles in next to her adoptive mother easily enough.

The talk is something she probably doesn't need to fully understand, or be near for at the most part, but as things begin to wined down she lets out a soft yawn, Momma talks of her now and her little ears perk forward as she looks up at Momma and smiles, until she hears what words are actually being spoken. Just because of her markings? again a conflict of interests for Ceal. Her own blood mother hadn't wanted her for those markings. Maybe this is why she had given Ceal up, because of her markings she would bring down danger to her pack... so many things ran through her mind right now, far to many things for a young pup like her to think about.

"talks like this"