Arrow Lake for the only true Queen is the Night Queen

The calls had beckoned to her curiosity now that she had given her loyalty to the warhound and his wolves. Diaspora had come crashing into her life unexpectedly, and yet the exotic dove was already finding herself in the old familiarity of camaraderie and purpose as she assisted on patrols and whatever else was required.

She had missed much of the conversation, but even the cold winter mountains were warm in comparison to the icy tension that drifted between either group. Her own form slunk forward, her eyes calculating as she studied the wolves who threatened them now, and while she did not know what had transpired, she could feel the pull of awe that three wolves would be so stupid as to bring the ire of a large pack upon them.

But she heeded Stigmata, and sidling next to the dark Thorn's shoulder, she simply remained quiet, waiting for their leaders to give any orders.