This day was just the same as any other day in Namira’s life. She frolicked through the woodland with little to no care in the world and she could rightly do so now that all was secure again with the alphaship of Taviora. The girl was a free spirited creature and leadership change never would bother her, although she did not much like the way in which Coza had returned from his battle with the unknown challenger. Perhaps it was best that he had won after all if one were to be so cruel to drive those wounds into their respected forest king. But as with all things, Coza had healed, as the fiery nymph had expected and the world was set right once more.

Every now and then she would hear murmurings of happenings that were going on outside of Taviora but those were not matters that she would worry herself with. She was quite content with living the rest of her life within this secluded bubble of the forest pack without ever knowing of what goes on outside of it. The woodland was her life… her home after all. It is where her fantasies and realities are born each day; where she crafts stories and other worlds for those like Midna to enjoy as well. She cannot see herself anywhere else. Ever.

It is this love for pack and home that has her giddily sprinting toward the familiar call of their alpha on such a beautiful day, sending forth her own short howl to announce her coming. She didn’t want them to start anything without her after all! Luckily enough she was second only to Amoxtli once she had arrived where Coza now waited and excitedly she approached the prince with a waving tassel and wiggling rump. ”Amoxtli! Greetings.” she exudes the pure essence of joy as she steps closer to him as they both note all whom have answered to the gathering. Lavender eyes turn to her alpha now as she smiles pleasingly and offers a wag of her tail, ready to hear what it is he must be wanting to speak to them all this day.

The words are a bit of a shock at first, for Coza has done very well in protecting Taviora and its woodland creatures, she thinks. But as he continues on she quickly understands that even alpha must find their place of zen and that is clearly alongside his beloved companion. It makes sense to Namira but would everyone else be so welcome to the abrupt change? Surely they would… Taviorans are all very amicable beings. Her attention then shifts to Amoxtli as he answers his father’s proposal and it is with an excited yip that Namira is the first to respond. ”Very good! You will be a wonderful Forest Guardian, Amoxtli!” she smiles, almost so big that her eyes nearly squint, but it is all in happiness for her treasured pack mate. This is a great day! She must bring blessings to them each in due time.