She is oblivious to the recent politicking that had begun to plague the lands of Moladion, unaware of the recent actions of a cousin that would put a black mark on the Angel name, ignorant of the earth-shattering fact that Heyel no longer walked this world with them, that her own litter-brother was responsible for his blood on the ground. Heyel wasn’t supposed to die, no matter how old he got he was simply too damn stubborn and everyone knew it. Still in her uninformed state she is nothing more than impatient as she stands blatantly atop her perch, one paw stamping on the red rock as her dark tail flicked irritably at her heels. Had Isola been within Diveen she would have been at her daughters side in an instant, and the fact that Solara cannot find the familiar bright form of her mother against the crags only tightens her chest further. Something had happened here, for otherwise nothing would have so cut through the heart of the badlands.
It took her a moment longer than it should have to hear someone approaching, so consumed was she in her fretting and she immediately chided herself for it. The most basic part of her training was to be aware of your surroundings at all time, and if an attack had in fact been made on Diveen it was entirely plausible that there were less than savory characters about. However as she whirled about, the ruff on the back of her neck beginning to stand up slightly, all she is confronted with is a young wolf who looks unsettlingly like her grandfather. Her body relaxes almost instantly, little fear of being harmed by someone who was still practically a pup as he settled in almost daintily. Oh he was assuredly at least part Heyel.
As he begins to speak she does not sit, choosing still to simply stand and take him in as he rambles off his heritage and apparently future dreams in a very angelic fashion, so much so that it causes a smirk to pull at the corners of her lips; she had missed her families flair for the dramatic.
His next words, however, cause her head to tilt slightly to the side in confusion, why would they be returning home? What had happened that they were forced to leave, for no one of their bloodline would have ever left Diveen by choice?
With his approach she finally sits back upon her large haunches, eyes narrowing slightly as a shadow crosses his face only to disappear once more before he speaks. Her dark ears flick at his words, violet and golden eyes staring blatantly into his own as if they would give her the answers she sought.