Larksong Grotto eat your kings

She had scented Kekseph from not far off, and left Nova Rose in charge of Astik and Tapat-- she was not sure where her husband had gone off to. She came right after Indra, her posture stiff and tall. She stared down at the red wolf, amber eyes narrowed. She looked defeated-- more so than the last time she'd seen the woman. She used to be cocky and vain, strutting throughout the grotto as if she'd owned it-- but she didn't. The Vicar could rant for hours about all she'd helped do for this pack and all that Kesheph wrecked, but she wouldn't, now was not the time. 

The other wolves looked incredibly similar to the small reddish woman, and her warm gaze trailed them all. "I'm the Grand Vicar -- I serve Raas along with Hiram, he's our Cardinal. I will call him," she explained. She then tilted her head back and called for her mate, @Hiram, and when her voice quieted she lowered it and gave Indra a gentle touch with her tail. The girl seemed on edge, and though Jhala was anything but motherly, she was softer with her own litter than she had been months before. She'd addressed the man who spoke, not knowing his name, but now her attention turned to Kesheph, briefly. "You've been gone a while, Kesheph," she said quietly.