Permafrost Hollows they have loved your sorrow but they will learn to love your rage instead

The wind blows away from her, and she doesn't mind. She knows her vulnerability but she keeps her eyes peeled and the rest of her senses in tact so when a foreign wolf calls her title, it does not surprise her. She turns and looks upon the cinnamon colored wolf and watches him for a moment, regarding his posture and familiarity. He no longer holds the scents of wolves she held dear, of wolves she belonged to, but the recognition in his face and individual scent is not unknown to her. She hardens her gaze and squares her shoulders, and in that moment she gives up search for a warrior she'd thought would benefit them in the long run.

Each loss she's faced since the start of Drageda has not gone unnoticed and she was sure it would happen again. These Teekon wolves do no know loyalty like her own and seeing Semet before her settles some of her worry. Gavriel spoke of loyalties that still waited and the comfort she feels, even if she doesn't show it, is enough to take a step forward. "Semet," she says then with a short wave of her tail that ends in an arch. His loyalty to Sleeping Dragon might not be there, but Seageda renewed wouldn't go unnoticed. Assuming that is why he stands here, before her. "Did you follow Gavriel?"