Taviora had been noisy and active. The pups were growing well within her borders and she and her mother had taken care to see that the mothers who needed extra help with healing had been taken care of. Zelda knew there was much more she needed to do. Still yet she needed to make her way to Spirane to meet with Daenerys, but with the predator invading her borders, her training and now all these pups rushing about her lands and their mothers needing help. One wolf she hadn’t seen about was Mikken lately. She was certain that with the horde children the Hope of Taviora would be having a hay day with them, though she had yet to see him.

She wasn’t as close to Mikken as she would have liked to been, but she still knew when someone wasn’t around and still missed their presence in the forest. Later she would talk to Alexander again, see that him and the four wolves spread about and looked for him. Perhaps Eloah and Sidriel too to make sure the grounds were well covered. If he wandered away to go to another land, she would understand she just wished he might have said goodbye first, but she knew wolves did come and go, it was the nature of things, still she wanted to insure that was what happened. With predators and the news of some killers running about again she wanted to make sure the kind hearted wolf was safe. Until then she would have to see about who to ask to run, what she hoped to make a tradition in her land, the puppy welcoming ceremony. Perhaps she would start it herself, it had been Roman’s idea originally so thoughts also came to her that maybe he would like to again. Later she would make a point to talk to him, but right now a call reached the auburn wolfess’ tan-lined ears and she was off to the borders.

Her small, more slender, form moved with ease through the forest to which she protected, though Zelda noticed that not only was she called for but her Aunt Shiloh had been too. Family no doubt. She knew the Angels had blood far and wide, to have someone calling for Shiloh was not surprising. She knew her aunt had many siblings, several even had come to Shiloh and Amoxtli’s wedding. Though soon the black, russet and golden form of the fem was seen through the trees and Zelda could tell instantly she was very far along. A little bit of worry etched upon the female’s visage when she first saw her, Spring was almost to a close, but perhaps that was why this wolfess was here.

”Hello Miss, I am Zelda, the Guardian of Taviora, do you need a place to rest? A den or food. You look very tired.” She says noticing how she was leaning against the tree. She didn’t see any sign of a mate yet, but she looked well cared for. In her state surely someone was helping her. Right now though Zelda wanted to make sure she was okay, she looked as if she could go into labor today, tomorrow… well very soon. She wanted to be certain she got what she needed for herself and her unborn pups.