She was going to go to this...thing, this gathering of sorta of wolves her age, even if she found it odd. She had to follow Blackthorne anyway. Not to be with him, but to spy on him and keep an eyes out for his actions. She wanted to see how everyone reacted to him. She knew how he was, and she knew he was likely to make himself a fool at this event. She wanted to see it. He did not like her, and that was fine, she did not like him back. She felt it in his gaze. She would be the superior child though. She is the one chosen by the Shade. She is brought into the world for the Shade, thus she knew Blackthorne naturally would despise her.

Umbra does not take the most direct approach. She is but a shadow, a small liquid form that slides between trees and under brush. She is built for agility and speed. She is a light thing that melds with the darkness with her pelt. She had to keep her wits about her, and she had to stay one step ahead mentally. The air was that of spring, and she kept growing into the legs that got longer and form that got more refined. She is in Spirane now, flowing like water to where the gathering was occurring. Many scents lead up to this spot, and eventually she sees the gathering ahead.

Her silver toned rainbow eyes search among them as she lay flat among bushes and grass a good bit away, but not too far as to not be able to hear. Sure, if someone was looking, really looking they could see her. She observes, and it is a most odd meeting. The Shade does not speak to her now about any of them, so she figured it would be fine to eventually approach. She observes a bit longer. She sees a girl of black, gold, and red seem to suddenly go into herself and sink behind another wolf. Umbra’s eyes look to where this wolf looks, and it appears to be towards Blackthorne. It was hard to tell, and Umbra felt a frustration from it. Why was she cowering? It better not be because of him.

It was then that Umbra pushed through the bush and stood up straight. Her head was lifted, long muzzle quite beautiful already as it developed. She moves with confidence and a charm with her young form. She marches right behind Wren, leaning her muzzle down to whisper in her ear with a grin upon her dark lips.

”Don’t lower yourself, come on, straighten up...you give them power by sinking low, and we don’t want that, hm? Just follow my lead,” she says in a whisper, her eyes looking to Blackthorne, her smile growing. She is general in her statement as she knows why the girl is down low, but it remains true all the same. Don’t give any of these other wolves power- and perhaps Umbra can make a friend or two outside of Glorall on this day. Blackthorne appears to have made a few little friends somehow. She guesses they enjoyed being under his paws. A shame really. Umbra would rather uplift...it if were to piss him off.

”I won’t let anything happen to you, and neither will he, hm?” she says in her private whisper to Wren, referencing the brother that Wren sunk behind. Umbra tilts her head slightly, looking to Wren again hoping she somehow boosted the girl.

”Ah, dearest Blackthorne, ‘tis a pleasure for us all I am sure,” she says now for all to hear, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice but perhaps only her dear brother could understand the tones she gave, so sweet and strong, and yet a jab that no one sees.

”Just as it is a pleasure to meet you Finch, Sparrow, Wren, and Asariel. I am Umbra of Glorall, come here to have a little fun, hm?” she says as she steps forward, away slightly from Wren and her brother. The air about her was surprisingly friendly. She hoped that her dearest sister would be joining as well. She was indeed of the better blood, and her sister had her own purpose for the Shade this she knew, and she wishes for her to be by her side.