There wasn't a reason in the world for her to be nervous, but Rhae did not chide nor rush her. Zeltzin could take all the time in the world and the earth toned wolf would wait and not mind in the slightest. Years of patience came naturally to her, and as time moved on she could only find herself tolerable of more and more. When the young one calls her Lady Rhae, there is an amused aspect to her expression. It was better than Queen or Alpha, and it was an indicator at the intelligence and manners of the wolf. She knew already that she liked the girl, but this meeting of theirs was only solidifying such things. Her little Lou not so little any more had done well, that was for sure.

When her curiosity of the nature of this visit was satisfied, the gring already upon her features is broadening and growing. So she was indeed here to find a home among the meadows and its hills, and Rhae was not a wolf to deny her such a thing. And so with a slight dip of her skull and a bow of her own front half, Rhae is playfully then glancing up to the young wolf for she had lowered herself enough to have to look up before speaking. "Then I welcome you home, Zeltzin- and welcome you to my family." Another gentle bump of muzzle to muzzle was given just after, for now they truly were family. It was how Rhae considered it, and she hoped Zeltzin would herself as well.

It was how Asteraia functioned and how Taviora had seemed to as well, though perhaps a wolf not being the leader meant less interactions over all. As Mother to all she considered within her pack, she tried her very best to spend moments with all of them, to know each and every one personally to every single extent. Though the newest pack in Moladion, they were constantly growing and thriving, the new births this Spring attestment to that. As was the young wolf before her, who she now gazed upon softly before turning her large frame at such an angle to lead her back into the packlands. "We may walk, if you wish, or you may explore to your liking. The hills are yours for the taking." There is a gleam in bright teal irises during her words, encouraging Zeltzin to go as she would choose and have what she may. She was a strong wolf, this the Mother of Asteraia could tell and knew well, and she would go far as would her middle child. And together, well, she knew they would do well and find their happiness together.