She was a little…miffed at her task. She asks her brother for a task worth of his Archangel and he send her to find his children? She wasn’t some pup sitter, she was a warrior trained in the arts of battle and warfare and he had her out scouting the country side for his kids. He should have kept a better eye on them himself, if you asked her, but of course he hadn’t, and she hadn’t complained to his face either. Means to an end, she told herself. He was king now and that gave him the right, but Solara had her own plans and this was merely the first step in that direction. Doing her best not to be too bitter she held on to that thought as she wound her way out of the familiar red rock basin. She had yet to meet up with her sister, Calliel, who had been tasked similarly, but she wasn’t going to postpone her future because her younger sibling couldn’t keep up.

At the borders of Diveen she decided to scour the free lands first on the off chance that the wayward youth were simply on a walk about. The fields were the closest to the borders and so she would start there. Vega had been able to provide at least a partial similarity of what their scents were which should make the tracking easier, and so she set off with her nose to the ground searching for the barest trace of angel children, who apparently were no longer safe in the world. Personally she thought that if they couldn’t fend for themselves then they were quite worthy of surviving in the world, but parents do tend to shelter their children. Angels should not fall or require the help of other to continue living if you asked her, but of course they didn’t.

Only a few hundred yards into the dying grasses that couldn’t manage to cling to life with the onset of winter she caught the barest whiff of something familiar. Pausing she sniffed again, this time lifting her dark head high to scent the air. Yes, there it was again, that distinctive angel scent that could never be covered. Narrowing her violet and golden eyes she glanced around the area. There were no wolves in sight that she could tell, until with a second glance she realized that was not simply a large rock but rather a wolf atop a large rock. Slowly she approached, all too aware that angels had garnered many enemies over the last few seasons and this could well be some trap, and some part of her relished the idea of a fight. As she got closer however the wolf sitting atop his perch so solemnly fit the description of her nephew, Atlas.

It puzzled her intimately that he was simply here, just outside the borders of his home where his parents fretted and feared the worse. She looked from side to side to see if perhaps this was some trick, that Achilles had planted some wolf that so resembled his son so she would think her task so easily completed. She didn’t see anyone else in the surrounding area, the cool nights drove most to their homes and the warmth of family after all. Shrugging at what for now simply seemed like her good fortune she padded softly forward to the base of the rock where Atlas now lay. "Quisquis enim hoc perierat nepos es mire facile."“For someone who is lost, nephew, you are surprisingly easy to find.” Her voice is slick as silver, the tone perhaps a bit teasing but finding at least part of her mission complete so quickly had brightened her mood as she speaks thier native tongue. If only all life’s hurdles were so easily overcome. Now she simply had to get him home so his parents could dote and cuddle him, or whatever it is parents do. He had better come easily or he would find himself drug by his scruff, a mopey child would not ruin this for her.