Her first meeting. There was no anxiety, no nervousness, just a heavy dread. She was tired and hurting in ways she never wanted. She shook her fur, which was becoming slightly straw-like as the heat within Tanglewood got worse and worse, and looked out over the meeting place. Needless to say, she was impressed. And then she saw Ruven, and an uncomfortable feeling settled in her. As she dropped into the area under the tree, she kept her distance, but sat down. "...mmHello." She mumbled, tail lashing at the scent. Last time she had the displeasure of smelling that scent was when her wings were taken. 

The existence of multiple people from different groups in one place wasn't a foreign concept to the former rouge, but to this extent, where rules were in place and it was less of just gathering to make yourself less of a vulnerable target, that much was something she hadn't seen. Was there a code on how to behave as well? Guess she'd find out, carefully tread somewhat to make sure she didn't cause any embarrassment for Winterhymns and her new home, yeah?

"Damn! What a walk, my calves better be lookin' fire if this is at least once a month every month, Winny." Sunsetpaw snorted, stretching until her joints popped. The pink shades upon her face glinted in the light, which she had debated on wearing to such an event, if only briefly. The end result, obviously, was that she wanted to look her best in the presence of strangers and had to be the hottest bitch on the meeting block. Priorities, you know.