With each season that passes, her children grow taller and stronger. Little Lucero is shaping up to be just as his Father- a wolf most courageous and brave, with a kind heart and an eye for the well being of others. Cae was still his inroverted self, though slowly he was showing signs of reaching out, of growing and expanding. As for Gaia- well, Rhae had not seen her only daughter for some time, and though she worried, she also knew the life of a loner had its ways of.. unraveling. Things happened, and perhaps she had found it in herself to seek out a home that did not consist of the style of the nomad. Iblis and Rhae had remained seperate from every pack, though they were allied with some. It went well to have friends in high places, and should they ever need it, they knew they could find safety in more than one place.

But with their home forever within the very woodland between their two favourited packs, Rhae had never felt herself in danger often, and even if she was- she knew very well she could handle her own. Compared to some wolves, most wolves, really, around Moladion, she was a giant, a behemoth in her size. But she was not without grace and feminine wonder, her creme, chocolate and barely russet sprinkled fourm moving with ease and care. Almost half way through her life she had learned well how to move in a way that kept her silent and aware of all things around her; her bright, vivid and ever expressive teal gaze roaming all around for her to see. She was oh so familiar with her home, having now spent years within with her beloved and her small little pack, her small little family. She would truly have it no other way.

And today, the sound of sobs and whimpers reach her attentive ears, her curiosity and wonder getting the better of her as she made her way toward the source. what she finds is an older, darkly toned male upon the earth, who seems wrecked with sobs and grief. Her heart goes out to him, as it does to all those in suffering, and she keeps her massive skull low to the ground as she approaches, her voice a soft murmur for his ears- gentle and yet deep, something to precisely match her size and contradict the feminine appearance of hers. "What ails you so, stranger? For a grief most intense is one that can stop the heart all together.." In her movement, she comes around to his front- and lays her large frame upon the soil, so that she might find his eyes with her own. As a loner, one should always be weary, and she was- but there was something about the male before her that made her want to reach out to him, to caress him and take his pain away. By his simple scent, though it was more than a little faint- Rhae knew he held ties to Diveen. And in that she found comfort, and no need to worry. For a wolf in need was a friend indeed, even more so when it came to a personal ally.