Truly she was glad to see her uncle so unexpectedly beneath her trees, someone who understood what she saw and it left a soft smile on her features, especially knowing that he would give his services to her closest friend just as he had her grandfather. Her uncle was different from many and if anyone would not doubt his abilities it was Zelda, knowing what she knew of the dark star flecked girl herself. It hurt her gentle heart however to hear that his mate had left him, just as Hyrule had left Zelda a wrong for which she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to forgive him no matter how many times Zelda repeated that he had to leave.

Still the look of grief on his face did not prepare her for what he said next. As excited as she had been before a cold feeling of sorrow replaced it just as quickly. Andromeda had been a bit of a role model to the girl, and Azrael while loud and rather ill-disposed was still her grandfather, the only set of grandparents she had and to believe that they were simply gone didn’t quite connect in the willowy girls mind. She found herself leaning into Zelda slightly, the darkness of her own coat melding with the warm brown tones of the forest alphess while her violet and golden eyes remained affixed on her uncle. “It seems there is much I haven’t Seen lately.” The words were soft, murmured more to herself than either of the other two wolves in the conversation but the sadness therein was undeniable.

Her delicate features nod in affirmation to Zelda’s response that he is of course welcome beneath the sheltering boughs of the forest. “I’m glad you are here, Uncle. My father is still here in the same den with my mother if you would like to see them I can show you. It seems all of my siblings have gone in some way or another, for which my mother blames my father I believe. If you need anything while you’re here let me know.” Her voice is gentle but there is a bit of a ghost in it, a feeling of being betrayed by the stars she called friends and lost in a world much too big for her.