Olive green eyes fell upon a small group of her pack members. They seemed to be clustered loosely around Rendall. The woman crept forward in her own quiet way, only catching the last strands of conversation before she came completely into view, making her presence known. She did not think that she was intruding upon a quiet, secluded private conversation. Plus, her pack mates were always generous with their time and company.
Her eyes fell on the bluish girl's form. She had grown very much in her time as part of the pack. Geneva had only watched her from a distance, her duties and relationships keeping her from developing a very close bond to the girl. But she knew that she liked Rendall ver much. Her eyes fell upon the knapsack hanging from her shoulder, and then Geneva finally noticed the expressions of sadness on everyone's faces. "Is this a time for goodbyes?" Geneva asked, her voice was a kind almost-whisper. There was not anger in her voice, merely curiosity and questioning. She knew that Rendall would not leave without good reason.