Murders, bears, usurpers...a lot had happened, so much so that things had seemed almost entirely out of control for some time. Yet, she had not been able to do much to alleviate any of it, assured that Zelda would handle the situations involving Taviora and...adamant to stay out of business elsewhere. After all, she had chosen to somewhat leave her blood behind when she had taken up her life as a loner and, by extension, her life in Taviora and so, it seemed foolish to involve herself with her father's business. Besides, she had never known her father to not have a plan, some scheme waiting in the wings and so, it was safer to stay uninvolved too. Instead, she had dedicated herself to her tasks in Taviora, keeping herself busy enough so as to not even think of the other packs or her desire to roam at times. It was strange to have to think about others, she had to admit.

Yet, she had not quite learned how to worry about others yet, although she put it down to her having faith that others would be able to do well for themselves. Constantine, see, had not shown himself to be weak and so, when he had marched off alongside the others to tackle the beasts that roamed the night, she had stayed back, allowing him that moment of pride but also... well, because it was smart. Had something gone wrong, they would need a suitable wolf to make decisions or fight when needed and Eloah considered herself just that. Of course she was quietly thankful when nothing of the sort had happened, even the idea of such sudden responsibility made her quesy with uncertainty.

So she had been patient as she waited for Constantine's return, sure to check on the others once she had been assured of his safety. She had not felt any particular fear nor pain during his absence but she had felt... concerned, a quietness within herself that she had not been able to pinpoint entirely. But now, as gold shimmered on the horizon, she had felt a stirring within her, a relief that had not been felt before - it was as if her very soul breathed a sight of relief, pleased to see him with only dirt and mud to show for the violence. Yet he was upon her long before she had composed herself enough to emerge, her fur still ladden with debris as he cried out for her and for a moment, she had been driven to pause with a grumble of uncertainty, an instinctive response to truly not understanding. His voice said pain and yet, her soul said otherwise.

"Are you...injured?" Her voice shook slightly as she composed herself, smoothing down her fur as she began to creep from the cavern she had dwelled within. Her eyes did not move to his the moment she met the sunlight but rather, she immediately began to once-over him, quick on her paws as she sniffed and prodded about, hunting for any fur out of place or any wound that might bring such pain to him. He reeked of..."Bear," she hissed with a snort of disgust, the creature's scent foul in the back of her throat. She froze then, attempting to piece things together yet she hadn't any clue what piece might be out of place. Had something happened? Had his brothers...surely not. But he showed no blood, no wound nor symptom and so, a deep unease had begun to plague her very blood.