I spend much time near the border of Iromar. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. I like to pretend that I do not know why, but in the end my very being knows like moon hangs in the sky and the sun keeps us warm. I am drawn to what is in Iromar, drawn in ways that only an imprint can feel. I had moved my den, protected the eastern from of Iromar from...well, crabs and seals I guess.

I had been sleeping in my den lazily. I was deep within this strange realm of dreams. A realm where I could sense danger around every corner. Where I see thousands of eyes peering from murky waters. Where my paws drift over water and panic clings to my heart. I see a dark figure ahead, a touch of red that flares as she turns. Aithne, and gators lunging at her from every corner. But...she is not afraid. She stares at me with those green eyes...at me...or behind me. I find my paws coming to a halt as all the gators miss their mark on her, and I feel something behind me. Something menacing. I am about to swing around when a sound comes through, a call that stirs me from my sleep and lures me away.

I find that I am breathing heavily, that my body feels tense and I could cut the air with my claw. My mind takes a moment to register the howl that woke me, and I knew immediately that it was Cersei...and that it was not good. I feel the sudden urge to look behind me, but there is nothing but the darkness of my den. I take a deep breath with my grey and black muzzle, and with haste I burst from the mouth of my den.

I know this is not a day I will savor with each step. I move with defined purpose, and I do not sacrifice speed for subtlety. I inhale air like my very core needs it, and I cannot process the scents mixed with the air as my mixed eyes see the figures of my family up ahead. It only drives me harder, for my black paws to crash against the ground like an ancient god.

Yet when I am 20 or so feet away, I slow to a trot. My eyes take in the happenings around me. My dearest sisters, with worry painted on their faces, and father....Father is certainly injured, and by the fang of wolf. I feel my teeth grinding together as the warm touch of my own blood becomes apparent, but I do not let it boil.

I look to Vesper, her words stinging as they hit my ears. It was all coming together so quickly. I pause a moment, my ears perking and then falling a bit as my eyes narrow in thought. Who did this? Vesper was right though, where would we go? I come to remember my dream, and the constant pang of my heart. I step forward, tall and confident, a calmness sweeping over me as I knew everything would be okay. I step to Vesper, to gently touch her muzzle to muzzle before looking at all of my family.

"We will go to Iromar. We will be safe there. Father, Aithne will ensure you will get a chance to heal. She will not let anything happen to us, I just....I just know," I say, attempting to keep a positive tone and mild grin on my face. No, I was not pleased to see this, my Father torn before me. I feel the weight of failure to assist him on my shoulders. The failure to protect my family was a heavy burden. But I must look forward. I must look to the future and hold my family's burdens so they do not have to.

"Trust me. Once we know we are safe and you are healed, we can...we can figure everything out," I say, my face falling serious for a moment as my eyes travel from Cersei, to Vesper whom I touch my side against, and back to Tesseract. I am willing to lead them, to ask Aithne for shelter until our family can heal, but I just...need them to agree. I just want everything to be okay.