She was bored. Her sizeable form was sprawled haphazardly on the ledge outside of their family den, the tips of her front paws and her muzzle hanging over in to the open air as her brilliant, opalescent blue eyes danced in the sunshine. Embla was already off somewhere, studying something no doubt, and while she longed for more time with her sister she simply didn’t care about learning things. Jackson had descended to do his border patrols, a self-imposed task but at least the laser-focus of his protective nature had shifted from his sisters, a fact she was more than a little thankful for. And Constantine? Constantine was simply gone. One gray-tipped ear twitched as she heard movement behind her and a moment later felt the comforting stroke of her mother’s nose atop her golden head. Rolling to her side she smiled up at the warm familiarity of Church’s face, a face that so closely resembled her own. “Hello, mother,” she chirped before rolling back to her stomach and standing.

Nearing two years of age the young girl was almost as tall as her mother these days and on track to be nearer her father’s height when all was said and done. Her body had filled out well, her slender legs grown thicker and more powerful with the help of steep mountain paths. She nosed her mother’s cheek fondly as she asked, “What are you doing today, my love?” To which Bastille merely rolled her shoulders in the most canine of shrugs. “Nothing, there’s nothing to do,” her voice was almost a whine in the way that teenagers are often more melodramatic than is necessary which naturally elicited a soft laugh from her mother. “Why don’t you go see that Rhaegal boy? It seems like you two always have fun together.” There was a teasing tone in her mother’s voice that laid Bastille’s golden ears back a bit, but she couldn’t help the way her eyes sparkled at the idea. Giggling slightly she licked her mother’s cheek, before exclaiming “Okay!” and racing down the mountain side.

Like a streak of golden light she flew down the familiar paths, her paws light and agile as she traveled with the grace only those born to the mountain possessed. It didn’t take long for her to reach the large den that Rhaegal shared with his family. Only once it was in sight did she slow, her tail flicking almost nervously as she hoped his mother wasn’t at home. She was a bit intimidated by the Queen of Spirane, and she often tried to forget the fact Rhaegal was actually a prince. She liked thinking of him as just another young wolf, and if she actually met Daenerys that might be hard. Still she stopped where the brush gave way to an open area before the mouth of the den. “ Rhaegal?” she called, her light voice carrying in the spacious area as her tail gave a few wags of excitement. Surely there was some trouble they could get in to today!