I Call to the Young

[Neela Garcia]

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It was hard for Neela to force herself away from the safety of Tony and her house but she did so nonetheless; Jazper's call had seemed important and much if not all of the pack was gathering in the main hall of the courthouse.

Thick white bandages were wrapped around Neela's left arm an leg, the white fabric stained with small flecks of red where the deep wounds adorning the limbs still bled slightly. The wound to her leg was the worse of the two, twinging painfully whenever Neela placed too much weight on it of flexed her knee overly much. To combat this she had salvaged a piece of wood, carving and smoothing it into a crutch both as a way of passing the time, keeping her mind occupied and giving herself a way to move about. Her arm was painful but not as bad, strong enough to support the crutch at least.

Neela limped into the court, glancing about warily and wishing that Tony were here. Normally Neela would have enjoyed such a meeting, all of her pack gathered together in one place, but recent events had left her jumpy and timid, a far cry from her usual outgoing self.

Neela practically winced as every step she took resulted in a loud thunk as the crutch hit the stone floor with her weight behind it. She hobbled as quickly as she could into the crowd. There were a lot of Cavaliers here and Neela almost felt like she could loose herself in the sea of unfamiliar faces and half alien scents. There were a few faces she recognised within the crowd; Adelle was a noticeable figure just from the sound her tail made against a wall and Alyssum caught her attention pretty much instantly, after the help she had given Neela recently she was still stuck fresh in her memory. She sent a small smile in the faded brown girl's direction before giving her attention to Cadmeia as the little fox strode towards Jazper.

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