Sovereign felt that there was change coming. 
She had felt it for a while, since Queen Freya, in Sov's eyes, seemed to have withdrawn and become more vague on some things...
And now as Tyr called for the whole of the pack, the Shieldmaiden very quickly made her way to the rendezvous of bodies, noting to herself the strangeness that the God had called, and not the Goddess Queen who had banded them all together.
She noted several were here before her own arrival, but shoving her self-criticism aside for ''being late'' as she thought she was (even if she wasn't), the young woman found herself a space to watch and listen for Tyr's coming words.

Confusion knit itself on her features; Where was Queen Freya? Raihn, even Sylvi?! 
So many faces, she noted, were not present now...even their scents seemed to be fading faster than she thought was ever possible.

Immediately, Sovereign would assume something was up. 
In her young mind, It would be seen, if it was worth it to stick around - but her loyalty had been to Freya, and by extension Tyr...so, she would do her best to help build them back up. 

But if Tyr ended up leaving, too...Sovereign couldn't fathom staying if that happened.
She would be forced to go elsewhere then, to find another pack...Sovereign hoped she wouldn't have to try to start her own - she wasn't ready! Or so she felt about herself.

Shaking her head softly but firmly, Sovereign focused her attention on Tyr.