Moonspear beautiful

She went down the mountain, too, picking herself a sound route in light of the rains. More withdrawn lately, she had found it easier to keep to herself and stay dutybound and alone, but the sound of this call warranted her interest more than anything. Though it could be for the best in the long run somehow, she found she greeted it with a strange twist of her heart, and a hint of dread. Hopefully, hopefully, there was not any need but the pale gona was anxious about all of her uncertainty, often wondering what turning point could be next.

Other howls rose up--Osiris, then Hydra's answer, and she knew she was getting close too, but held her own tongue compared to them.. for surely, they knew she still had interest in the wanheda's company, though it had become confusing since everything had happened. Knowing that it would be the both of them present perhaps upped the ante, though. She flattened her trot, and arrived quietly after the alpha, who sided swiftly with her son. This left Opalia to mind herself well, and join the scene next as she dipped her muzzle in greeting to the wolves that outranked her, then looked to Praimfaya--glad to see her, aiming to silently convey such as she waited to hear the progress of the situation she suspected might be at hand so far.. and hope it went well, however it must be.