Eloah had never felt so conflicted. On one side of her mind, she considered the possibility of a misunderstanding, a simple mistake that had been exaggerated and misunderstood by the imagination of a young boy and yet, the other half of her felt a hatred and a rage at the notion that her younger sibling had been robbed of her life for no discernible reason. Even the act of trespassing did not warrant such a thing - if a wolf had been able to cross the borders of Asteraia without death then no other pack could argue that. If The Monster had shown such tolerence then surely a pack such as Iromar could do the same.

Yet, apparently they had misunderstood.

Eloah had to admit that she was surprised that Zelda had requested her presence. She supposed she had done quite the good job at retaining her composure despite her internal conflict; in part, she had Constantine to thank, whose sheer closeness seemed to help her think more linearly. Then she had father, in some small way, to thank: if Taviora did not act, she was sure he would find a way to do so. Though he had a distant nature towards many of his children, she had noticed he seemingly held a particular fondness for her younger siblings and those born of Achlys. Selective, yes, but Eloah had never minded. At least now there may be some benefit to such favoritism.

Perhaps her quietness might have eluded to her inner turmoil however. Usually the outspoken one, she had fallen into a lull as they moved towards the moors, surefooted in her following Zelda. She moved behind their queen, alongside the brothers, and with a seriousness to her face that seldom seemed present. She had no good intentions this day, a palpible tension seeming to cling to her very essence as they marched across the wet ground. Though Alexander might have words to offer, Eloah had little more to offer than a stoic nod as she rose at Zelda's side, eyes intense as they watched for any sign of their summoned.