Today had been nothing more than a living nightmare, begun by the challenge call that resonated across the spires she had grown to love and completed with the unknown trespasser declaring victory. She could not believe that someone had bested Daenery’s, strong and able as any to lead and defend these lands but she would not stick around and meet the monster who had done so. He had tainted the mountains with blood for his own selfish gain, displacing many for the sake of a few when shelter would not doubt have been given him if he had only asked, Spirane and never turned any away before. Still what is done is done and it tore her heart to walk away from the home they had built high in the mountains with her moon by her side. It took them longer than most to get down the mountain, so high had their home been in its lofty heights and it was late in the evening when they finally completed their descent. As they crossed the border she paused, turning to bury her golden face in the platinum fur of her heart and soul, forcing down the tears that burned the back of her sea green eyes. She could only pray that one day this wrong might be righted.

Finally they settle temporarily in the fields which are wide in the mountain’s shadow and Ragnarok leaves her side for only a moment to get water from the nearby stream. A moment is all that this life seems to need, however, and fate spins it’s web as she feels a nip at her hocks. She whirls, lithe as a dancer, as her eyes land on a slinking figure of black and white staring back at her. Her golden coat ruffles, hackles standing high in both confusion and defensiveness and ready to stand her ground. Until, that is, taunting words leave the other’s mouth, so forceful upon a mother’s heart that for a moment everything stops. Her little one, but which? All her children were grown and on their own, but it wasn’t impossible for one to be in trouble even now.

It is a smart play on her captors part, for Church would never have allowed herself to be herded away and any resistance she gave would only alert Ragnarok to charge in as well. Yet taunting her with her own family is enough to case the foxy girl to take off after the fleeing form without a second thought. Her slender legs eat up the ground, churning as ever muscle in her body funneled toward one singular purpose. The huntress is fast, but so is her quarry it quickly becomes apparent as they both fly over the landscape. Her moon will be worried, something in the back of her mind says, he will feel her stress and confusion through their bond, but he would always find her. This thought allows her to focus on the chase once more, just one more piece of prey for the courser to catch.

With all her senses focused on the chase she barely realizes they have crossed into Asteraia, a land she used to know in what seemed like a different life. To her surprise her quarry stops, spinning around to face her head on. Church had time to stop, could have if she was of a mind to, but anger and fear had built up coupled with the adrenaline chasing prey always brought and clouded any of her judgment to do otherwise. Gathering her small frame she leapt at the dark woman, lips pulled back rather ferociously for our little fox, perhaps lent strength from her heart soul. Her aim is to pin the other down, to find the truth behind her taunting words. “ “Where are my children?” she spat, it had been a long day and to say the least the typically sweet Church had been pushed to her limit.