Stoic green eyes watch in the darkness as her youngest sister and brothers sleep so peacefully. Silent as ever, Camilla spends most of her time simply watching and observing.

Occasionally does she interact and react, but most often she is found watching. She will always be the one just out of sight- as stealth and silence will be her allies- waiting for any particular danger to present itself. But for now, her allies are her family and those wolves immediately tending to them. She is wise enough to know there was plenty more than just her siblings and parents in the world. Haziel was proof of it, as was the plethora of scents that clung to his bulky frame. Each visit came further inbetween as time passed on, but Camilla took it as an omen. For while Haziel appeared slowly less and less, more and more was their Mother moving about and interacting with them. In the very beginning, she had hardly ever moved and sinced she could open her eyes, Camilla had focused all of her attention on her until she was better.

And, perhaps, that day would be this day. For while the dark shadow had indeed just swept in on them to make sure all was well, it seemed that a particular pale brother was intent on following him out and through the light. The young wolf is mild as she watches it all in what seems to her as slow motion- the shifting of Panzer's paw, the way Semele comes crashing down toward her. But the coal black wolf does not retreat, instead she braces, to make her little sisters fall as soft as she can for her. If a grunt could be given, it would, but a simple sigh of exhaled air is given instead- but it is simply the physical aspect of the little body colliding with another. Camilla truly does not mind in the slightest, but rather is simply pleased with herself to have been the one to happen to be there to catch Semele. Fate was an interesting one, that was for certain. While their brothers seem preoccupied with the light, both teetering toward it, the littlest one of them all teeters toward her instead. There is an amused and pleased expression upon her dark and already so beautiful and yet so young features.

There is a care in her heart for all of her family- bloody baron included- but there is a special love for her sweet younger sister. There is a protective edge to her mind with all things Semele. Her brothers could well handle themselves, as could her parents; they did not need her. And it wasn't exactly that she thought Semele needed her, but that they needed one another. Though the weeks had gone and passed and each sibling had found their voice and often expressed themselves- the black child did not. But neither did she ever feel the urge to try and find it, not a moment of such a feeling since birth. And deep down, she knew it would not work even if she tried to speak. She simply could not, and though she could not exactly place why, she accepted it without a fault. It was a part of her as much as anything else, so she would live with it and that was that. She gives a gentle nudge to her sisters face after kisses were through and done, a single lick of her own gracing the cheek there, before silently rising to her paws. Though Semele gives a brave cry of determination as they set off after their siblings, she is the silent wraith that follows at the small ones heels, pale emerald eyes watching for what might lie ahead of them.

Semele can always be her voice, and Camilla will always be her silent protector. And so when they cross the threshold of the light and into what lay beyond, black coal is suffocatingly close to creme and red. She will never leave her sisters side until she draws her last breath, and this she knows better than why she lacks her own voice. Sharp eyes see the other before the collision happens, but, there is not much to be done about it. It had already happened, and there was no use retaliating or reacting badly. While her sisters eyes are for the world around them, and eventually their brothers- Camilla's eyes are for the other child that had caused the tumble. She is reminescent of Semele, but all in her own way, and the darkest wolf finds herself pleased with this other even if they had been.. not quite very careful. But when sharp words are given accompanied by a glare, black snowlaced hackles are rising and bristling. She did not mind accidents, but something purposefully cruel she would not tolerate. But, as always- for now, at least- the silent wraith is simply moving away from this other and toward her family, toward those she holds most dear. Semele is all excitement and wonder, turning to her just as she approaches for she can certainly feel her presence just at her shoulder- and a dark skull is given to nod in agreement to such innocent and bright words.

For Semele was indeed correct, for all around them was beauty. In the fresh green of the world, the fresh life and sight and scent of it all. It was a wonderful thing, and perhaps there is a moment where Camilla does indeed wish to express it as does everyone else- but her pale emerald gaze speaks for her as she turns to her sister. But it seems the youngest is concerned with their actions and where they have gone- and going against Mother's word. A gentle bump of her dark nose is given against a russet cheek, and she wonders if her meaning will get through or not. Perhaps their might be sharp words or nudges, but she cannot fathom Mother getting mad at any of them. Perhaps if their brothers wander too far, but, Camilla herself has not much interest in wandering too far from the den. It was warmth and comfort, after all, and they were all but small children in this vast world. What could and what did they know about anything? Absolutely nothing at this point, or close enough to it, but all it took was a lifetime to learn.