When the first call had come, Ameira had gone to the edge, but had hidden behind boulders, watching and waiting to see how her members would handle the exchange. Both Horizon and Artemis had arrived, welcoming the refugees from Bright Moon. When at last everything was done, Ameira had left - she would speak to them later of this, for she had heard another call, another wolf looking for a home. Gentle, smooth motions carried her over the land, skirting her members whilst they finished up accepting the two wolves at her boundary. The lassie's pelt was white again, no longer covered in the mud from before, but still she bore two significant wounds that were healing, but for now still gruesome to peer at. When at long as she reached the second howl of the evening, she saw before her a lassie with only three limbs, but what Ameira noticed more than anything else was the pain in her eyes, the look of confusion and betrayal. "I am Ameira, the ruler of these lands. What brings you to my home, dear?" Her words were gentle, easy, and she showed no signs of aggression. As usual, she felt that the overt expression of ruthlessness, the demand for power was overbearing, unnecessary. Only those who were respected without inflicting fear truly deserved that respect anyway.