The girl's lithe figure dances atop the mountain trails carved from the paws of many mountain born before her, each of her movements fluid and silent. She is a wolf on a mission. Despite this, there is hesitance inscribed into her features rather than a cool confidence, nerves twisting inside her. The shadow angel was struggling with her new life, the life she had chosen to take on for her imprint Orifel. But in order to start anew, something first must be sacrificed and for Lailah that was her family. The saftey net that had always been there to catch her when she fell and put her back up on that tightrope was now gone, and she felt the sickening feeling like she was dangling, holding on for dear life from a fall that would surely devastate her. She cried and cried, the cold emptiness of the den she had once shared with her parents and siblings, where she had been born in and forged so many memories in, was unwelcoming. Many times she had almost given up, become the coward that the voices in her head whispered that she was, running from the mountains back to the security of her family. The smiling face of the angel boy from diveen was the chains that kept her, gave her the strength and courage to stay despite every fiber of her being screaming to leave.

Lailah was unused to having to draw opinions of others for herself. Her parents had told her who were good wolves and who were bad. Daenerys had been good, but what was Roman? Even with her imprint, fate had decided for her what she thought of him. It was a vital skill she lacked. It was why the white girl moved through the shadows cast by the midday sun, seeming to appear and disappear through out them like a phantom. The white girl had avoided the festival like it was a disease, too scared of the sheer amount of wolves that would be there and surely overwhelm her fragile social skills. Baby steps were needed to keep her anxiety at a minimum, but she also needed to interact with the most important wolf on the mountain: the new king Roman. There were so many questions she had, so many she had not had answered at the pack meeting because she could barely hear anything over her own frantic breathing, the pounding of her heart in her ears drowning out the voices of all that had gathered.

She moved slowly near where Roman has chosen for his den to be. Nerves took over and she found herself circling around it, instinctively inspecting it for danger, waiting for some scary monster to come out and grab her.Only when it appeared safe did she glide down to it, her movements slow and hesitant as she stopped before it. Dual eyes stared at the darkness within, ears flickering back and forth like radar dishes, trying to pick up even the faintest sound from within. Chances are he wasn't in there, but she had no idea where else to find him and the young girl simply could not build up the confidence to call out to him. Her ears fell flat and her body shrunk down shyly when she heard something, instinct making her submissive, as small as possible. For the smaller you were, the less of a thread you were and the more likely you were to be ignored. Lailah couldn't afford to be ignored, her body shook lightly with anxiety telling her that if she ran now she would never be able to rebuild her confidence enough to come back.