Quietly she sat in the small clearing Guardian had told her to wait in. Her violet eyes danced around the flowers that remained in bloom despite the lingering threat of winter. A surprise he has said, and, despite how long she had spent thinking on it, she wasn't sure what he had planned. And so she waited patiently, alone for a change and not with her rapidly growing sons who were off to spend the day with their grandparents. It was relaxing, for as much as she loved her little family, they were slowly turning her more grey, if that was even possibly; Hektor and his boundless energy made exhausted the calm mother physically and mentally, so it was nice to pawn him off to someone else for a change. Gendry was well enough behaved and it would do them good to be with their grandparents, build the relationship and learn more about their heritage as angels.

The last few seasons had been particularly tough on the small female's mental state. She trusted the wolves of Diveen, but when they captured Zeus and kept him prisoner within her home her anxieties tore her apart inside. She had panicked and ran, ran from the monster who had attacked her for simply associating with an angel. The scar that ran down her hind leg, his mark upon her and warning to the others, seemed to burn and revive painful memories. It was her only flaw as a mother, running off and leaving her children behind, but deep down she knew she could not protect them like Guardian could, and she would just get in the way, be collateral damage or used against the angel who had stolen her heart. Aviias made for the safety of the forests of Taviora, where her best friend ruled alongside her mate, but she never quite made it. Gendry's appearance and the nagging guilt of being a terrible friend kept her lingering in the void between packs. But then Zeus had escaped and she had ran back with her son to the safety of the ravine pack.

When she had returned, she was a mess. She profusely apologized to Guardian for having left, not overly sure how to properly explain what had happened to her without breaking down into tears. It would seem he had forgive her, but she wasn't sure she had yet to forgive herself for her cowardice. Despite her light hearted nature, she had kicked down more than once in her life and bore the mental and physical scars of this. Multiple attacks that left her on death's door, losing two imprints, watching her mother die, growing up without a family. It had cracked her, but not entirely broken her yet. She had found resolve in her friendships, in her new family, in her love Guardian. The tiny wolf was far too determined to let this world conquer her, no matter how hard it tried. Each time, she would get back up, no matter how bloody, broken, and beaten. She had a life to live, children to raise, and lots of love left ot give.

So quietly the grey girl sat, moving slowly to lay down and wrap her tail around herself, unsure of how long Guardian would be. It allowed for her mind to wander on their relationship, how it had flourished, but what they were she had no idea. They were not mates, the seraphim's own father had made it clear that they lived together in sin and it had torn her apart for weeks after and continued to now. Was it sin? Perhaps they had no title but she knew she loved her big angel and the family they had created together, and she knew he cared for her and loved their children the same; if only she had been awake to hear his confession to her at the birth of their pups, her doubts and raging thoughts would be quelled. But instead they grew even more, doubt in herself as she had seen him around and smelled another female on him. Aviias did not know who she was but she felt like her little world was shaking. Perhaps they were imprints, but that did not make her feel any better. If they were, the female held something that Aviias never would: his soul. It automatically gave them a bond she could never have with him and it broke her heart to think that maybe he would pick this other female over her.

For now though, she laid quietly. Her face peaceful and not expressing any inner turmoil she was going through. One day she would crack, need to talk to someone, find some answers, but for now she could hide it and live her life as normally as possible.