It felt like something had stabbed into her abdomen, but not in a painful way, if that made any sense – it was like an unseen attack. It was just a sudden shock of tingling feeling, like something had been put there, or perhaps stolen away instead. It was the emotional pain, however, the feeling of being violated, that caused her to double over. How could she ever explain it adequately to someone else - the reason why her breath caught in her throat sharply, the way that her pupils dilated in reaction, and tears fell from her for no reason. She had no idea what it meant, but she did not like it. Zawyne was a being of magic, and she knew that somehow the magic had twisted and done something, taken something, changed her. After a few seconds, the feeling had passed, but that was hardly a relief. What had been done was done, and she could not know what it was nor how long it would last. The sorbet princess bit her lip, her pools frantically looking for a place to crawl in and hide so she could weep in solitude without any of the other Arcus Irae seeing her. But then she heard the call - Aindreas was holding a pack meeting. Frantically, Zawyne wiped at her face, hoping to dry most of the tears, and she took a few deep breaths in order to calm herself before heading towards the center of the pack. She could not recall if she had ever been to one of the pack meetings here… If she had, it had been when she was very young. She had only been a pup when she had been brought here, when they had escaped from their kingdom and found Blossom Forest. At any rate, she knew enough due to her impeccable training and teachings that she should not be late. Thus, at any easy lope, she made her way through the territory, glad for once for the biting winter air - it would give her a reason now why her eyes were red and wet…

When she arrived, very few wolves were there. Zawyne smiled, nodding her head to each of them before dipping into a very small bow before Aindreas. “Where is everyone else? Are they perhaps out on a mission? Or exploring? Perhaps they did not hear your call?” Zawyne looked around for her sister, but realized that she was the only Arcus Irae in attendance. No Nyla, no Scamander, no Losa, no anyone. “I am quite sure that they will be along… eventually.”

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