There was a sort of peace in the air in the aftermath of all that had transpired during her birth. She basked in the love that radiated from her mate compounded by the knowledge that her Alpha stood outside in joy of this occasion as well, she was near blissful. Her two-toned gaze lingers on squirming pile of bodies that were her children as Zaphkiel moves out to make his own introductions to Coza, a fuzzy white ear flicking at their words and a smile on her face though she makes no comments of her own. She is glad Zaphkiel would be welcomed to the forest pack without hindrance, not that she had ever feared such from her benevolent leader.; it was one of the many reasons she had quick grown to love and respect him.

All of that peace was shattered in an instant. She barely catches a glimpse of the confused looks on both Zaphkiel’s and Coszcotl’s faces as she flies by in a streak of brilliant white fur. Out of the slight mustiness of her den and into the shade of the towering trees as she stalks towards her mark, vehement words stinging the air. It was all too much, everything all at once coupled with the near delirium that was setting in with thanks to her exhausted state. Mind and body could only take so much and this was well pushing the bounds of any and all of that and there was no inhibition left in her. Such a feeling that she cannot describe as she looks into those red-rimmed eyes, the confusion and anger rage war against the want to be closer to him all at the same time.

She can almost sense the same desire within him, almost feel the confusion and turmoil that roils in his own chest and it only causes her lips to curl anew. Finally he speaks in accordance to her demand, his voice clear and concise. It causes her brow to wrinkle, lips twitching and her large ears flicking forward and then back again over and over as if trying to comprehend the sound. It was…pleasing in its own way, as if it reverberated within her very soul. She hears Zaphkiel emerge from the den behind her, almost turns to look to him for some reassurance even as Solaris’ lips peel back over his own fangs and she bristles once more.

Though her hackles rise and her lips peel back she does not snarl at him again, more a warning in regards to her mate, not that he needs it. Her soul is confusion, but his is a tepid pool of understanding and that understanding is all she wants. He calms as Coza approaches, her own bristling form relaxing slightly at his approach, but still wariness lingers in her ice and golden eyes. She nods mechanically at the cream and brown wolf’s words, still not taking her eyes off of Solaris. Peacekeeper. Good Wolf. Friend. It all meant so much and yet it still didn’t explain this feeling balled up in her chest like barbed wire.

Until Solaris speaks again and she finds herself unconsciously leaning towards his words, hanging on them like they were water in a vast desert. He offers to leave and she can’t explain the racing of her heart that he might leave and not come back. “No! No…,” she exclaims, her voice thick and rasping from layers of exhaustion that were beginning to claw their way back into her body now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Her wide head shakes, white and black fur shifting as she attempts to regain some semblance of control over herself and the situation. Her eyes flash back to Solaris, flicking occasionally to Coza laced with bewilderment. “I don’t…understand. I don’t know what this means.” The words stumble from her lips, deep and heavy with almost an attitude of surrender before she turns over her shoulder, eyes searching for the familiar form of her mate as if perhaps he could reassure her that the world wasn’t, in fact, falling apart.