Pine looked around at her world, her realm, in sadness. The fires and ice had taken away much of its life and Aranck had done little to preserve what magic the moors could have possessed. With a deep breath, she had stepped away from the battlefield and busily set forth to reclaim what rightfully belonged to those who would truly care for it. She spread her scent and her presence to the furthest reaches of the mists and further beyond. Everything she had once walked under the rule of Aithne became familiar once more under her paws. She rolled away the remaining traces of Aranck and rubbed her own fur and body against the ground. At times she felt his venom cling to her the cool waters would wash it away to replace it with all that was Iromar. Turning her attention inward she sought space for the pack itself, places to be together and others to be alone. There was a single field raised from the marshes. Wildflowers bloomed in waves of colors, creating an ocean of fragrant beauty. She tri-colored wolfess grinned and rolled happily in the petals barking to herself that indeed this would be the place to be! Central and safe, a pack could convene here and share their stories and themselves.

The sound of approaching paws had the Imp rolling swiftly to her paws. Instantly attentive, she stood on guard, but not hostile, merely protective. Years of training would never be shaken, it had always been her duty to protect Iromar. The three sisters, however, approached with such spirits Pine was put at ease. Their familiarity with each other excited her and the young Alphess curled her back in a playful bow, her tail swaying high above her in a wave of welcome and greeting. Her smile was pure at their words. It is a victory to share! Welcome! The small girl barked happily, bouncing around a little in her place. According to ‘protocol’ she had not officially answered their request, nor made them park of the pack. It was a minor detail though. Pine danced forward and rubbed against them in her own greeting, truly bringing them into the folds of Iromar. She took in each of their scents and committed them to memory. They were officially ‘pack’ and family at that. Softened eyes looked them over each in turn and as a unit. Their approach impressed her and their youth, just as her’s, was endearing. They had the energy and life the moors needed and the mists craved. She believed they could help her breath life back into Iromar.

Do you like puppies? The bast- … She huffed, figuring she should try to remain ‘professional’. There are orphans here who never really knew...kindness. Would you help take care of them? Also bring others here! Help show Moladion the new era of Iromar. If they accepted, she would breath a sigh of relief. Aranck’s pups had been, for the most part, abandoned by their parents. She told herself, even if she hadn’t killed Aranck he would not have cared for the creatures, leaving Malleah alone with five. Pine did not truly hold the wolfess at fault, but her own abandonment insured she would stop at nothing to make sure the pups were not only alive, but cared for.