Firefly Glen Here where once was found.

Paloma had no interest in joining the hunt. She wasn't a hunter, a guard, a grunt. She worked in the caverns for which was their palace, directly for the Matriarcha and the royal heirs. Such physical labor was below her, she felt, despite the obvious fact that she was indeed a wolf. 

Out into the light of day. It was hard on the woman's pale gaze. Of course, she had walked during daylight hours time and time before, yet did her best to only do so within the cover of thick forestry or keeping to the royal cavern during these hours. Having grown up to this way of life, the basterd nocturne was indeed nocturnal. 

Finally they come to find shade and rest under golden trees. Paloma has little time to rest, not yet. From her supplies she and their latest herbalist (@Alder Ó Meara) had carried, she gathers a large leaf and comes to her Matriarca, swinging her head left and right in large, slow waves so to cool @Reyna. Paloma's own breath is heavy, having not exhausted herself this much since the royal heirs were toddlers.