It would seem that on this day, a lonesome, almost sorrowful howl called to the Mother of Asteraia. Creme based ears speckled with chocolate and dusted with cinnamon twitch upon a massive skull as it is lifted from equally large paws. She is warm and safe in her den at last with her newest sons at her belly- but duty may always call and the call for her does indeed still reach her beneath the soil. Only somewhat reluctantly does she gently dislodge her sons to a chorus of defiance, gently quelling each child with a gentle kiss to the skull before taking her quick departure. The sooner she was out the sooner she would be back- and the sooner she was out the less time each had to notice such an absence. Their Father was never far, though, and undoubtedly she would return to him guarding them. Such was the way of her darling knight, still King to the land they call home and protecting them at any corner. Though Rhae is large in stature, her paws still carry her swiftly across the meadows of Asteraia. In the time the loner duo plus their family had made the land their home, she had memorized every nook and cranny of the place. The exact way each hill and each paw step felt to her. She could traverse them all with her bright teal eyes tightly shut, but as it was she enjoyed the beauty and brightness of it all. The wide open sky above gave the sun much leeway to spread its tendrils and rays to almost every corner of the land. There was hardly a place unlit.

Perhaps that was why teal eyes spotted black and ultimately red so well against the lush scene behind the wolf. Immediately does the thought of Iromar come to her mind, but, unlike her imprint and mate, her hackles do not raise, nor do her eyes narrow. And a growl certainly does not bubble up from within her throat- not even when she stops a mere few feet from the girl, a warm smile caressing her features after looking the young one over and stopping at the violet eyes. Ocean blue and lovely soft purple flecked with a mirror image of that blue lock, and if she looks close enough, the young one will be able to see no trace of malice or hatred there. While it was true Rhae was forced to bare her first litter by Iblis upon the soil of the Demons, and Iblis himself was often the target of many an onslaught- what she saw before her was but a child. Perhaps a child of Demon heritage, but a child all the same, and no Mother should ever turn away a child. Even if the wolf had been one already grown- there was no ill intent on her features or in her posture. There was no ill will in those eyes of hers, and while others maybe thought it naive, Rhae simply had no reason to mistrust the girl. The only indicator would be the swamps upon her coat, but even that was intermingled with that of the rest of the packs and free lands. A well traveled wolf that bore not many scars- only another reason to treat her with kindness. Not much time had passed in her arrival before she is speaking, her alto tones gentle but with a firmness that all authoritative figures must carry.

"Greetings, young one, and welcome to Asteraia. I am Rhae, Mother to all that reside here. What is your name?" It is but a simple question, and one that holds so much within it. If she were here on business, they would talk business- but not until she knew the girls name. And maybe even after she found them something to eat, for teal eyes did not miss the way dark fur clung to obvious ribs. Rhae hoped that the young one would allow it, but she did not know how the young raised by demons or wolves like them would turn out. Even at that- was the wolf raised by demons, for were there any of them even left? At last wind she had heard that the Demon Lord was no more and that a new female was at the head of Iromar. She did not know for certain, but perhaps this one could tell her. After everything was said and done of course, for above all Rhae was but a caring, kind and concerned Mother. Even to those without one, she would always be just that.