Waiting for your life to possibly change forever was hell. Somewhere deep within she can still here the challenging call, resonating within her chest and filling her head. When she had realized what the call meant, what its message was and the intent of the wolf behind it a knot had formed in her stomach. She had rushed to her brothers, seeking the comfort that always was always provided when the foursome was together in the same place. It was reassuring to know that no matter what happened, no matter the outcome of this fight they would always be together. If this challenger thought that taking their home would destroy their family he was dead wrong. That, perhaps, is what worries her the most…the reason behind this challenger’s howl. He sought to destroy their history upon the mountain, history that reached far back in the histories of Moladion, simply for sheltering the wolves of Diveen who had been their allies for just as long? What sense was there in that?

Shaking her beautiful crown she went to sit beside Rhaegal, licking the top of his head where white streaked through rich brown before settling in to watch the repetitive pacing of their largest brother. The children of the mountain were vastly different and it showed in the way they each handled a situation, perhaps she and her gray brother were the most similar in this which led to their closer relationship, but still differences lay therein. Kalseru sat on the edge of the overhang; her dainty dark feet situated perfectly with her long, flowing tail draped around them like the picture of grace and beauty more for her own satisfaction as she knew her siblings would care little for it. Sitting here, looking at the mountains towering overhead and the familiar den which had been in their family for generations she felt the knot tighten once more in her chest. This was their home, as their mother had top them atop the highest ledge in the mountains, this place was both their history and their legacy and she couldn’t imagine that because of some misplaced vendetta they could lose it all. AND it meant that she wouldn’t be a princess anymore, not that she doubted her mother’s abilities, but her fear of the possibility is just as real.

Tears began pricking at the corners of her moon-rimmed eyes as Rhaegal spoke and she raised a small paw to wipe them away, she would not allow herself to fall apart just yet. It was then that she felt the reassuring bump of Rhaegal’s wet nose against her shoulder and she offered him a small, tense smile. With that she settled into cleaning her coat, her pink tongue working methodically until her silky fur shone in the late-autumn sun. From shoulder to tail she worked, keeping herself preoccupied even as her ears still strained for her mother’s voice amongst the trees telling them that everything was going to be okay. One plush ear twitches at Viseron’s words, for she took more stock in his judgment than most others, mahogany eyes flicking toward Drogon as he took up his pacing once more.

Silence descended upon them once more, save for the beating of large, black paws on the dirt, the gently lapping of her tongue, and the sigh of the boy with eyes of green and red. It was like a spell had fallen upon the young royals, until the all too familiar voice of Daenery’s flowed across the mountains, telling them everything would be alright, calling them home. In a flash she stands, a triumphant bark leaving her muzzle even as her tail gave a few excited waves of its own accord. She nuzzles Rhaegal’s cheek before they are all off, dashing through the trees to the clearing where they knew their mother waited. Like hellions they burst into the clearing, Kalseru drawing up to the far side of Rhaegal’s form as her moonlit eyes searched the mass of wolves for her mother’s form and finding her at the base of her throne.

Despite wanting nothing more than to rush to her mother’s side like a small pup, Kalseru composed herself and followed slightly behind her brothers with the most graceful of walks. Presence exuded from every step of the young girl, though perhaps her gait is a bit more hurried than usual, until she reaches her mother just as Drogon makes his most apt observation. With that her self-control crumbles and she buries her head in the thick scruff of Daenery’s neck, “I was so scared.” The words are soft, so quiet even her mother may not have heard them, and as she pulls back her face settles into practiced composure once more. She nods at her mother’s instructions before following her brothers as they wander amongst their pack, their family, greeting each one with fondness on this happy occasion. Finally she settles near enough to her brothers for comfort, watching as others greet their Queen and smiling lightly as she sees Jericho sitting beside her.

Daenery’s had told them that she and Jericho loved one another, that they were now mates, and Kalseru had felt nothing but joy for her mother. After hearing the tale that had led to their creation she wanted nothing more than for her to find true happiness with someone, and looking now at the love in their eyes she knew they had found it together. That was enough for her. Her attention shifted as she saw a small red and cream form approaching, Semele she remembered in the back of her mind and quirked and eyebrow as the girl settled in next to Drogon. Well that was interesting. “Hi, Semele!” she said lightly, a friendly smile on her lips and keeping her mouth shut about her proximity to her most imposing brother, for the girl could use some female friends her own age..