In the days that had followed the shifting of power of two of the packs of Moladion, Sleekwing had taken to keeping a constant watchfulness on the borders. Daenerys, too, remained at a lower altitude that she usually would have. Up until this point Spirane had held alliances of one kind or another with every pack in Moladion. The defeats that Rhae and Tesseract had suffered altered that balance, finding the mountain uncertain of loyalties. She had made it clear to her brother that those who came from their former allied lands seeking shelter were to be welcomed at his discretion. For her to receive every wolf who came calling would be near impossible, and so Sleekwing had volunteered his time and effort towards such things.

When a morose song rose on the midmorning breeze, the heather streaked warrior immediately made a roundabout turn, heading back in the direction he had come from. He kept up his steady loping pace, never breaking stride. The voice had been familiar, and he could have sworn it belonged to a certain female he had met on one previous occasion. He wondered for a moment if it was a mistake, for she had chosen to follow Spirane’s Spider when she had abandoned the mountain in favor of the plains. Although when he considered it, it was a possibility that she might return here now. He hardly thought she would wish to remain under the rule of one with such a dark voice as the female who had claimed Asteraia as her own.

His suspicions were confirmed as he drew closer to the source of the howl, spotting her illustrious white frame balancing precariously at the edge of the territory. Despite the fact that she might have been another wolf who merely appeared similarly from a distance, Sleekwing knew it was Ailith. Once one fought another wolf – whether in practice or in true action – they became known to one on another level. His lope shifted to a jog, then downgraded to a walk as he approached her. A smile spread across his maw when he stood before her. She had proved herself a worthy opponent in their spar, even if it had been cut short by certain circumstances. He’d been sorry to see her go. “Ailith, it is good to see you again. How have you been?” He spoke in the way he always had, with sincerity and genuine interest. Sleekwing was, perhaps, the most noble of those born to Moonglow and Alcide. While none of their offspring were exactly uncivil, Sleekwing was a kind heart who wished only to protect his homeland, no matter what.

Dark blue orbs, ringed in the faintest hue of lavender, warmly looked upon this wolf he counted as a friend. Something about her howl had seemed forlorn, and even now as he stood before her there was something about her presence that did not seem quite as proud as she had been the first time they had met. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had lost more than a home when Rhae had fallen from her throne. And if she had, if there was something he could do to help her.