Moonspear northern lights

She surfaced from the depths of the mountain, quiet and contemplative first of all as she went to go answer. Suspicions had already taken their roots, so much so that maybe the call seemed inevitable. If not now, soon.

Simply, Alya had not yet come home. Maybe it was far too early still, true, yet it was difficult to shake off an old creeping worry. Scouts vanished before. It was what she believed had brought Floki to his fate to never return, and he was far from the first or the last she had known in all her time. She instead needed to find her solace in trusting that Alya would overcome all.

So, when she found two-thirds of their whole (and Revui as well), she rumbled her low, somber affections.. though there was a charge to her glances too, and a very unspoken question behind them as she passed over the sisters. When he circled past and nearest to her reach, she nipped lightly at her son's rump and swung the arc of her own tail, but most of all, she was interested in what Hydra and Lyra had in mind concerning what they were missing--even when a piece of her seemed to feel like she knew already.