She sat in solemn silence with her family in the clearing outside their den, her icy eyes clouded with worry. It made her feel a bit guilty but the majority of her worry was not for Daenerys, but for Rhaegal and what this must be like for him. A part of her longed to go and find him that moment, but her place was with her family and so she sat amongst her siblings, nosing Embla’s shoulder absentmindedly and contemplating biting Jackson’s tail just for a distraction. Minutes seemed to stretch into hours until the reassuring call of victory flowed up the mountain and announced that all is well in the world. Instantly her face brightened, happiness and relief sparkling in the eyes she had inherited from her father. A smile breaks over her foxlike features at her mother’s words, her mind already racing down the mountain. Still she takes the time to step forward, nuzzling first her mother then her father before turning tail and heading down the familiar path.

Her golden caped form flew down the mountainside like a streak of light. With the coming of their second year the pups forms had filled out nicely. She had inherited much from her father, along with his sturdy build which led to her thick, powerful legs and sizeable paws. That and having been born on the steep slopes and rocky terrain of the mountain gave her extreme surefootedness which allowed her headlong barreling toward the clearing. She leapt over rocks and danced between the trees with practiced grace before she finally broke through the tree line into the crowded gathering.

Immediately her icy blue eyes danced across those who had come, searching for very specifically for a gray form streaked with brown. She saw queen Daenerys first and she approached her with quick steps, though her gaze was still a bit distracted as she searched. “Thank you for what you’ve done” her strong voice offers with a respectful nod, manners as her mother had taught her, before she steps away to allow the next wolf to pay their respects. Only then did she the tale-tell tail of gray vanishing amongst the other pack members. Hurriedly she follows it, hoping it was the correct gray tail and not someone else’s. Only when she spies the hulking, black form of one of the brothers does she know she’s been correct, followed by the brilliant blonde of another, and finally the black masked face of Rhaegal. For a moment she watches them from amongst the crowd, their backs mostly to her. Always they move in an odd sort of synchronicity, as if tied together by more than blood and she envied their closeness for a moment, for it is something she lacks with her own siblings.

With a shake of her slender head she pushes the thoughts away, instead allowing a devious little plan to form in her mind, something that would perhaps lighten both their moods. She stalks forward silently; her body crouched as if she were her mother hunting some prey. When she was but a few steps away she leapt forward, intending to land square on the shoulders of her friend and send them both tumbling to the ground with a triumphant “Gotcha!” ringing from her muzzle. God knows they could both do with a little cheering up on what had been a gloomy day.