If she had thought that three pups had been a handful, no one had prepared her for four. It seemed that someone was constantly running off, or little Aine was getting sick, or Winchester was complaining that things were too chaotic to sleep. It was exhausting and despite her love and adoration for Hollowpoint he had never helped much with keeping everything under control. Tonight, however, she had given him strict instructions- because she needed a break, despite her love even for the pups who were not her own Haven felt like she was going crazy with the amount of managing that she was having to do. They were growing older, more independent and it had seemed like a blessing at first until she realized that independence only meant more ways that they could get into trouble.

And so when she heard her sister call for her outside of the den, Haven maneuvered outside, being careful not to trip over the finally sleeping bodies of the puppies. She gave Hollowpoint a small nuzzle before exiting, murmuring a quiet thank you. Her tired eyes lit up at the sight of her sister, an easygoing grin settling itself on her face. "No way." She agreed, her paws were itching for a run and her eyes were searching for the beautiful sights that Spirane had to offer. She often took it for granted that Daenerys was the ruler here, that her elder sister had taken up the mantle of the pack that had been their family's for generations. The mountains were in their blood, but it took a special sort of wolf to vow to protect them wholeheartedly.

Haven matched her sister's lope for a moment, before ducking her head and charging forward, lithe and agile body eating up the terrain beneath her paws. She let out a bark of pure pleasure and joy, relishing in the feeling of the wind on her ears and pelt, and the feeling of the ground flying by beneath her. After a few minutes, she ran back, dancing circles around her sister before falling into step once more. Her dark eyes twinkled and it was clear that she appreciated this outing more than words could express at the present moment. She loved her family, but at times she felt so trapped by responsibility that her paws almost physically ached for freedom.

As they crested the knoll, Haven slowed to a stop, the gentle mountain breeze ruffling her pelt already tousled from her run. "So, sis, how's being Queen these days? I'm sure you're up to more exciting things than wrangling pups." She gave her sister a playful nudge, tail wagging behind her. They had a few minutes to talk before the fireflies emerged, at which point Haven doubted she would be able to stop herself from running into the meadow to dance with them.