The golden caped girl took her time descending the mountainside, hopping atop the large boulders that dotted the landscape with practiced ease. Despite her somewhat large size, larger than her mother and sister at least, she had inherited much of her mother’s agility and finding footing was no problem for the mountain borne girl. She had wanted to go down to the gathering with Rhaegal, but he had needed to go down with his brothers and sister since they were the ones who had planned it after all. The thought of her friend brought a slight smile to her fox like features; they were always able to get into some kind of trouble on their adventures and hopefully today wouldn’t be too different.

Her lithe form leapt from the top of a particularly tall boulder, landing solidly on her dark brindled legs before trotting off with a bit of attitude in her step toward where she could already hear the others gathered. For a moment she paused in the bushes, taking in what was now a rather large gathering with a smattering of young wolves in all different shapes and sizes. Some of them she knew and recognized, all of the Spirane wolves of course, but not those from Diveen. Finally she padded forward on what had become rather sizeable paws, though despite her build there is an undeniable gracefulness in her movements. “Nice to see you talking to someone other than yourself for once, brother,” she called out playfully as she passed Jackson, nipping at his back end as she passed by. He was disappointingly distracted though it seemed, staring at blonde and white girl she didn’t know.

She shrugged it off, continuing over toward the brothers, mostly Rhaegal of course. “Hello all, I’m Bastille,” she called in welcome before touching her nose to the gray and brown boy’s cheek in their customary greeting. With that her icy blue eyes turned to where another pair of young wolves were emerging from the trees and the snarl that accompanies the red and black marked girl. With that her golden tipped ears flick backward to her skull, all two year old of Moladion had been invited, but that did not mean they would tolerate anyone with less than good intentions. She heard the beginnings of a growl rumbling in her gray-hatted brothers throat and knew that the situation could easily get out of hand, probably exactly what these wolves wanted.

A glint of mischief flashed in her icy eyes as she nudged her shoulder into Rhaegal’s. “Surely your ego is so big there’s enough for all of us to have a bite,” she called, her tone rather snarky and probably not helping the situation at all, but a diplomat she is not. It would be interesting to see where the gathering would go from here, the emotions of young wolves were easy to boil over and with so many in the same area. All she knew is most of them were on home turf, and anyone who challenged that would be greatly outnumbered. With that thought her lips quirked up into a toothy grin, these wolves would be in for a surprise.