Hushed Willows Of cloudless climes and starry skies

She was rapt with attention as Lumiya spoke- ahem, she meant as Lady Lumiya spoke. Her hauches slowly lowering to the earth with the weight of the she-wolf's words. A new pack? A new court? Here...? Fionn was apart of it? And there were others from her old home here...?

Longing pierced through her chest, startling Édaín with its intensity. The life of a lone wolf had been fun. Thrilling even. But she couldn't lie and say she didn't miss the camaraderie of her pack. Chasing prey together, tending to the sick and the injured as one, and oh the stories. How she loved the stories told from days past. Reciting them to herself and making up her own stories with no one to tell... just wasn't the same.

The vixen tucked her tail over her front paws. To comfort herself and keep the cutting nostalgia from bursting from within her chest. But her eyes- they were still full of memories. Memories of seasons filled with laughter and family. Édaín swallowed thickly, realizing that Lumiya had been patiently waiting for an answer. Clearing her throat she replied in a smoky cadence, "I go.. where my brother goes. And if it be to a new found home. Then I gladly follow in his pawsteps." A dip of her noble head. "Lady."