Sunbeam Lair Why are we tomorrow

It bothered her greatly knowing that Noctura had not returned home, a sense of grief stirring within her chest. It was her fault that he'd left them, and so she'd wondered if it was even appropriate for her to be sorrowful over his departure. Had she sought him out in the beginning, perhaps they'd never have been put into the positions that'd resulted in one losing a home, and the other a dear friend. It weighed heavily on her mind, but hardly could one have guessed it by bearing witness to her outward expression. For with her sadness there was also joy, her travels having resulted in her bringing home a new recruit. And though she'd acted with only the most selfish of thoughts in mind whilst accepting him, she still did wish for him to view the lair as itself as his home. It was her contentment with his being there with her that had allowed for her to wear a small smile.

The song of her return had resulted in the arrival of others, two familiar pale coats having eventually been noticeable. Upon seeing them, her smile had been capable of then reaching her eyes, a sense of home having surrounded her. Though she'd left without word of how long she'd be away, they'd not held it against her. She'd instead been greeted with happiness, which she had immediately believed to be a true demonstration of the bonds within the tribe. "You both may come closer," the girl had offered. A glance towards the male at her side has been tossed over, silently insisting that he keep still for the time being. "This is Ukko, and he will be living here as one of us," was her next statement, eyes being drawn back over to her followers. "Ukko, she is Menta, and she is Avannon." As each name had been spoken, she'd nodded towards the respected owner. It was her first time having ever formally introduced members of the tribe to one another, for doing so had felt both necessary and polite.

Hardly had she been granted the time to finish sharing pleasantries before Jolon had arrived. He'd said nothing, only stared ahead, and she'd felt the fur along her dorsal bristle beneath his gaze. Though fear could not be felt, anger could, and she was still quite disturbed by his earlier attempts at claiming her. Yet, when she'd noticed his limp as he'd started to leave, she knew that she could not abandon him. Despite his disobedience, he was still family, and so she felt obligated to assist in his recovery. Before that, though, an examination was necessary, and luckily for her he'd fallen whilst trying to escape. "Remain near," Asterr had voiced, her tone hushed as the words were meant for Ukko alone. No longer could she trust one of her very first followers, and so she'd await until she was certain that she was not walking forward alone before fully closing the distance between herself and Jolon. The smile that had been across her lips had since fallen away, replaced by nothingness, for she knew not yet how to feel.