Sun Mote Copse Battle nobility's ill-advised whim.

After some thought with the Saints, and the pack meeting about the Firebirds- she saw it was time to present herself toward the group of birds. Cenric had already gone over to make amends, though a situation occured with their rosen child, and only sparked more hatred between the two.

But she wanted to survive in these lands.

Expand the domain of the Deorwine family, become what it once was. More then half of the family had perished in those fires, and those remain were surely not all in Kingslend. The tiny forest that the High Elk has loved is not enough to contain more then twenty or so wolves- so, Célnes was greedy for more.

That also meant steady relationships, above all else would she want neutrality, and avoid wariness, but it seems that could not be. She held a Dahlia. Grown in the seasons of fall, and perhaps matching the little boy that had come forth to meet her brother, Cenric. An offering of sorts, a greeting for but a simple neatrality as neighbors.

However, upon coming closer, the scent of them were dull, weak.. Almost gone. Upon the Golden Glade did she enter, but no one stopped the elken woman, and even closer to their domain of the Copse- no one was there.

The King, stood by the long-ago border of Firebirds, dropping a flower to their entrance, and stared out with fire-lit eyes.

She held a pleased smile.