Not even one week since the distressed girl had been back and her home has been stripped from her family and herself. It is a low blow to one who has already lost so much and yet she cannot imagine how her father feels – or looks for that matter. With a heavy heart she follows after the small group that is headed away from the ravine and toward the glorious mountain range. It is vastly different and yet Isola has spoken of how welcoming the mountain wolves are, how they will provide shelter for us until all is right with the world again. Diveen, Paracon, Trenus; it is all my blood has ever known and now it is lost to nothing more than a stranger. Fate always makes a way and surely it will not condemn the angels to such a thing forever.

They arrive along the foothills of the mountain, its rolling expanse now stretched tremendously before them all, yet it is not the beauty of such scenery that Sera’s eyes now fall upon, but on her anxiety-ridden mother. A younger sister, one of whom she is not familiar with, rushes to her side once she has stepped away from the rest of the convoy. A soft whimper slips from her slightly parted jaws as she feels the waves of worry pulsating from Isola’s body, but Calliel’s support and embrace ensures that she is being taken care of well.

Sera begins to take a few steps toward them now in hopes to personally greet the alpha but there is a sensation that burns through her, urging her to turn around, telling her that something is behind her. Instinctively she listens and pivots her front end to allow her eyes to befall the broken figure of her father. Little time is wasted and she is darting over to his side, high pitched whines rising from her vocal chords as she quickly assesses all of his injuries, making a half-circle and sniffing heavily at the wounds before returning to his face. Immediately she showers him with kisses and gentle whines, cleaning his face and neck of what blood that is his own. No daughter ever wishes this level of anguish upon either of their parents and it causes her heart to ache at just the sight of it.

”He will be okay??” she asks frantically as her head swings back to Daenerys before she returns to him. Her head dips to rest beneath his lower jaw as she licks at his chin further and her eyes fixate back to the mountain alpha in hopes for reading an answer upon her lips. Surely someone can help him here while they remain. Her place is taken between the heads of both of her parents as the she reassures and comforts them both in this time of pain and sorrow. If Sera cannot make him better then mother can. Mother can do all things.