Today was the day. Only a few days had passed since she had gotten the news of her half-sister’s death. They had been long and grueling, not allowing time for my grief on the Forest Goddess’ part. Zelda had to gather those she needed to come with her, think about what it was she should do for Taviora. One thing was for sure, she could not let this great injustice sit without punishment. She would not punish the whole pack for the moves of a tyrant. SHe was certain his members were innocent of such a thing. Moteuh was not stolen from Taviora, she had gone, from what Zelda understood, was on her own free will. Why Aranck decided to kill the child was beyond Zelda’s comprehension or understanding. There was no reason to kill a child as young and innocent as her little sister.

Moteuh being as sister had no bearing on her march towards the swamplands. If any child of Taviora had been harmed or killed in a manner Zelda would march for the love of her pack and the family involved. It just so happened this time Aranck had hurt her family. Her form carried her quickly towards the borders. In toe she had three others with her. Eloah, her aspiring Navi then Constantine and Alexander, wolves who if something would go wrong promised to help protect them both. Zelda normally would be confident that no harm would come to her, but given the violence done, and the say of Matini who first caused her to work to learn about Iromar she figured that this wolf had no honor, and was a very extremely violent, if not deadly male.

Parts of Zelda were still unsure on how she would handle any of this. Her uncle and grandfather never had to deal with something so bad through both their rules. With Hyrule gone she only had herself and the words of her family to guide her. Always until recently he had been there to give her advice and teach her. Zelda loved him but knew things were changing. She was now the Goddess of Taviora, its members were a part of her family and she would protect them with everything she had. Just as her uncles and grandparents had done when they all ruled. She knew she could do it, she would prove so many wrong about her, her abilities, about Taviora and she would continue to do so for as long as she was able.

She was growing still, and there was still time for more. Her steps became more confident as she moved, her head held a little higher, her tail flowing out behind her as she moved over the marshy grounds with ease. She was doing this for her pack that was her family, as well as her mother and her sister. Evil’s like this… they had no place in Moladion. Someone had to stop him.

Iromar was actually one of the few packs she hadn’t really traveled near. Slowly the landscape melted around, then the fog. It was imposing, but mostly because of the situation. She motioned to her small party so that they may move to higher ground traversing the wetlands until she had come to a point where the fog was thinner and she could see further around her. Once her party had gathered the wolfess called to him. It rang as neutral as she could make it but there was clearly some emotion in her tones, between anger and sadness. She wanted him to know what he had done to her and her family, and warm him of the wrath he might have called upon himself. Once her call was done she continued to stand, her pose proud and that of a leader her face serious, but still held that softness that all her family seemed to hold. Now she only could wait for him and see what he would have to say for himself.