She lay within her den, those light blue opals shining within the gloom as she attempted to cool off from a late morning jog up the rocky trails of the mountain, challenging herself to make it to the top. Growing up in the plateaued land of Trenus had given her sure footing and stamina enough to reach the peak of Spirane's mountains, though the climb still made its impact on her in the warmer days of autumn. Her white pelt had gathered debris from the run, and so she lay grooming until Alcide's voice cut through the relative tranquility of the moment, her memory recalling his words to her and the others that were meant for Taviora this day. With a final sweep of her tongue, Rejya smooths her pelt back into place and rises to greet the rest of the day. She moved with a fluid grace, her paws scarcely seeming to touch the ground as she made her flight to the appointed clearing.

The two others, Ceal and Lavender, had also made it by the time she arrived, and Alcide did not waste time going back over what they would do today. She moved with him, keeping to her king's right as they made their way to the woodlands. She understood the reason for this meeting, Taviora could be a very dangerous enemy, or a well-suited ally, and they simply could not afford to ignore the new pack. They sat too close to one another for all that, and Rejya found herself hopeful that this new alpha would be more amicable toward them. The pace the leader sets is easy enough for her to follow, her russet streaked bodice dancing along beside him as her white plume of a tail waved behind her. Ceal and Lavender both seemed to keep up rather well, and Rejya finds a smile parting her lips as they remind her of her own daughters.

Being an ambassadress was hard work, but Rejya found herself fitting into the role quite well. She had found that her mother had passed on a rather useful skill, and that the lessons in tact would be put to good use. Not for a second had she doubted Alcide in his choice of her rank, though she had doubted herself in the beginning. Her colorful gaze had been set on another rank, though she was quickly finding that she liked this one much more. It gave her time for making friends, sealing alliances and strengthening them - which gave her a sense of importance to feed that all too well known ego of the Angel line - and it allowed her to occasionally go to Diveen to meet with her sister (if she wanted to). The job itself required intelligence, social grace, and a myriad of other skills that Rejya had not known she possessed. Something she would have to thank Alcide for seeing when she would never have known.

Rejya moves with her alpha, keeping herself only a head behind him to give the other lead time to recognize who to address before herself. Only a scant hundred feet stood between Taviora and Spirane, so the journey was not overly long, and Rejya glanced back over her shoulder when they stopped to see what their mountain home looked like from over here. Pride shown in her bright gaze as she looked to the peaks of Spirane, and her reason was more concreted than ever to aid in any way she could to make this a pleasurable trip. Her ears lace back as Alcide howls, and she finds it difficult not to throw her own voice in with his. The instinct to sing with her alpha a hard one to fight, but she came out victorious once he ends his song and the waiting begins. It does not take the male they are seeking long to come out of the woods, and Rejya finds that her head has subconsciously tilted to one side at the appearance of him. She rights her wayward skull, and looks to Ceal and Lavender to see if they are listening. She waits for her turn to speak, though she is sure that Alcide has this under control.

She may add her idea in as well, if this meeting goes as swimmingly as she hopes it will. Already she has thought about this plan to concrete the pack's alliances, and after this meeting she will travel to Glorall. After this one, she will pitch her idea to Alcide. Hopefully, he agrees.

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