It was perhaps my Calliel I am given to feel first in that moment, though her words were given to fall upon deaf ears, my thoughts consumed with a worry I cannot fathom to understand that was given to render myself deaf to all around me. I cared not for the pack itself, for land is no more than land- I worried for my wolves, worried they had found safety, for all but the family of Neveah had fled- for they will not offer loyalty to any undeserving and perhaps even within these moments most dark I am given to feel pride in those whom called myself Queen. They…their loyalty, was from love and no other and perhaps in this moment I am taken to feel a joy and pride somewhere deep within myself though I pray most assuredly they have found safety. I do not fear so much perhaps, for Azrael had guided some to Taviora, Hadrian had sought Glorall and Stella will be safe with Elijah to guard over her in Asteraia with her young ones. They would be well- of this I must assure myself for my thoughts have turned once more to the lack of my Kane as the form of Calliel is given to embrace myself as a mother embraces a child and Deanerys is given to arrive- though her gaze averts perhaps to allow this moment between myself and my daughter as my head inclines to rest briefly upon her in the comfort taken from a scent so familiar and a warmth most heated. I hear her words, I hear that which she says, at last- yet I am thinking not that this is a time to be speaking of being dignified.

“Calliel….”

She is trying to be gentle, to be as perhaps I once was for she and it is this that sees my lips simply close once more, offering no chastisement, her name a mere utterance as I allowed a smile to grace my lips in assurance that I was content in her embrace before I moved most slowly to detangle myself. Calliel perhaps, offering a moment of clarity though I am not most well understanding her words. If I is not breathing then surely I is dying? Why is she telling me to be breathing? I is always breathing. I offered to her a look most perplexing before it is my attention is returned to Danerys, head nodded in greeting as it seek to gather what remains of myself in this moment. A queen does not falter nor fall before her pack, she does not cry and break nor bend and in this moment it is a struggle for myself to maintain this- head and tail lifted all the same as is forever being my place to great Danerys as my equal, as my family, for long she has been thought of as this. Her words however are given to see yet another crack in my façade. Heyel is not yet arriving here? Perhaps he did not know of pack, his scent was grown stale many, many hours before any battle- had he returned to Diveen? Such thoughts were pushed swiftly from my mind, for old though he may be my sire is not made of foolish things- he would know where we had sought shelter, for it was he whom bound our lands to that of the Mountains so many years ago. Perhaps….he was merely slow. Clever, as Calliel said, yes, sure clever.

The violet of my gaze is given to seek the mountain queen once more as it is I cling to what remains of myself, that which keeps me from crumbling like a bough given to break from a tree that has stood tall most long as my head is given to nod.

“Yes, thank you, I is sending my Achilles too I is thinking.”

Lips parted in that moment, head turned towards my son as it was he is standing beside mate his own some distance away, calling to him now, asking indeed that he travel back down the mountain in search of those whom is missing- if he was not being found by my Achilles I am most content in the knowledge the scouts of Daenerys will aid this search. It was in that moment indeed that another scent is given to reach my nose, the eyes of Daenarys too seeming to fall upon that which existed behind me as my my form of red and white is given to turn upon the earth- violet gaze resting upon the darkened form of my Kane as a cry most joyous should part my lips. I did not…desire my Danerys should see myself in this state, that I should be anything less then that which I was in her gaze and yet, perhaps, at the sight of my mate all else is given to falter, ears laid flat and tail waving in this most desperate of desires to reach him as I hurry forward. The relief within my chest is a shocking thing, my very heart seeming to beat firmly once more as I rush forward. The pain within my mate is a thing most obvious, his form most injured and it is this alone that sees my embrace withheld lest I pain him further, the violet of my gaze rested now upon the earthen wolf he leans upon. My Maddox. If it may be said love is felt for they whom are not family then in this moment it was felt most assuredly for he, a feeling of both pride and love given to swell within my chest- a feeling most…without containment as I was given to act most un-queenly and bound towards my earthen protector, form near assaulting upon his own, perhaps even knocking him from his feet as I sought to embrace my Maddox in this moment, jaws parted to lick at his features in a thing most tender. For always I will remember he and what it is he has done for pack. Forever and always.

The words of my Kane are given to perhaps save my Maddox from further assault, his tone a thing most broken and defeated as my own head lowers- though it is not with shame, muzzle reaching to lift his own upward until it was my gaze met those eyes of sun and sky that I had marvelled in since before I was even one year old in the stream of Paracon and the foothills of Diveen.

“My Kane- you is not so young anymore, there is no shame in losing battle fought by one younger then yourself nor was it a battle won well…it was…only just and in this I am finding a pride most great. You is keeping us safe for so long my Kane, you is giving me children so many, home for so long, love most great and life most wonderful. If I is being ‘let down’ by these things- then I am not being so very great creature. You do not let me down my Kane, not once, not ever. Daenerys says we may stay here now, in Spirane, we will find for you healers, yes and all will be well.”

Jaws parted softly, tongue moving to sweep across his cheek in a kiss most softly taken, my resolve affirmed once more in his presence, it would seem, as eyes turn again to Danearys- assured she would have healers who may help my Meryl in this.


“Perhaps, Daenerys you is telling to me where my Kane may rest this night? Where…all my wolves may rest. I am…most apologetic for this burden upon your pack but…you is being friend this night and…Angels do not forget. We is remembering this kindness, always. Thank you.”

I did not speak of Heyel to my Kane, for I am sure he need not hear such things in this moment, though when it was he was settled, perhaps, I would speak further to Danearys as I moved to press my side to his own now, taking his weight from my Maddox- for he is my mate to bare…forever and for always- my Kane.