Moonspear Every time we have no control

Cyp said to skip her and keres so don't mind me

It would not take long for the whole of Moonspear to descend. It was the same as always, each individual stalking down through the trees and growth to stare eerily, silent as they waited for their Queen to address the visitors. Most of their pelts dawned similar colors, blacks as pure as shadows and whites that matched that of a ghost in the moonlight, and though few broke this pattern, it made the leaders of the Saints stand out that much more as they were semi-circled.

Unfortunately, Ira had not been as hidden as she had hoped as a low growl sounded now beside her. The sudden movement startled her, rising the fur along her neck as she turned to see what she assumed would be an aggressor, though when she looked she was met with a face similar to Hydra's. Had it not been for the aggressive greeting, she might have even assumed that it was the Queen, but it was clear that this must be one of her sisters. Her message was clear though, and as her eyes turned briefly to Moonspear's visitors, so did her own, as Ira forced the fur along her neck to lie flat.

She had no intention of fighting, and even if she did, not here, not where numbers could swarm and lead to inevitable death. Ira liked to believe that she had fallen on good terms with the wolves of the mountain, but they had always been far more territorial. She could not blame them for finding her here hidden away and choosing to respond defensively. The Count was unsure if any others had spotted her hiding spot amongst the undergrowth, though she chose not to move now even if they had. She'd rather remain still so the woman to her side did not get the wrong idea while they waited for those who had made a name for themselves across the wilds to speak.