Realistically Astraea wasn’t the best choice of companion in situations of crisis. Everything she had learned had taught her that what is meant to be is what will happen and there is little any of them can do to change that. Still it was her love of Zelda whom she considered a sister even if they did not share blood that had sent her to raise the alarm about what happened in the first light of morning. The world was quiet when they reached her uncle twitching on the cold ground but the quiet never lasted long. She watched with quiet eyes as the red girl called for any in their pack who could help save their alpha and of course they all came. Through the trees the first to arrive was a boy of almost pure silver, save for his ears and the flecks that littered his back. He had many questions, his lilac eyes wide as questions filled the clearing. She considered answering him but others followed closely on his heels and so she simply continued to watch, to observe and watch the world pass by was her destiny.
A Stranger the healer, Coszcotl the grandfather, Zeltzin the Mother, Shiloh the mate. Silently she watched them all arrive and play their parts, garnering no reaction than when Zelda’s mother named the silver boy Hyrule. It made sense now why he had come so quickly and it warmed her heart that the he seemed as fond of her as she felt for him. She had seen glimpses before, or what could be if they continued on this path and she was excited for her friend to have the happy life she deserved. With that in mind, as their party shifted to the river, she moved to stand next to Zelda, the brown and red hues of her friends pelt mingling slightly with her own dark colors.
She turned her delicate head, looking at the concern etched on all their faces in turn before lingering back to her friends. She is focused on her uncle of course, but it gives the girl a moment to observe her friend. Close enough she could see the striations of brown in her emerald eyes, the outlining of cream set starkly against the dark cinnamon of her face before it mottled into a lighter hue, the sun to her night.