Arrow Lake dragonfly keeper

She had fallen into old coping mechanisms, hiding away her grief and what she had painfully come to conclude were unrequited feelings for the General, and she had become cold and distant as a result. It had been surprisingly easy given that she had plenty to distract herself with. When she wasn't here patrolling, hunting, and taking care of her remaining children, she was out searching tirelessly for Ego. It had all become a comforting routine, one she had gladly buried herself in if meant she didn't have to dwell on the emotions she couldn't control or understand. The recent tremors hadn't even succeeded in driving her from her icy state, although she couldn't shake the unease they caused when she focused on what it might mean and why they didn't seem to be diminishing. 

She had just reentered the territory, her mood soured by her unsuccessful search, when an unfamiliar scent wafting from the borders made her pause, head turning in that direction. Quickly, she headed that way, noting that Mahler's scent mixed with the scent of the strangers as she neared. The familiar twinge of hurt burned in her chest just briefly before she pushed it away, focusing instead on the two wolves she now saw in the distance.

She came to stand at the General's side, leaving enough space between them so that her fur didn't brush against any part of his body. She couldn't bear it. Her expression remained cold, and she fixed the pair with her usual shrewd gaze. They had the attention of Diaspora's leaders, so now she waited for them to explain their presence at their borders.