The year was flying by, and it thus far was not proving to be much easier than the last. The dealings with Arace had been hard to stomach. Zelda still partly blamed herself for the death of Pine’s wolf, but she knew that Diveen did not mean for that to happen. Hyrule was from Diveen, Orifel too, even Astraea and her entire family were of the angel line. None of them would ever do something like that that. Zelda couldn’t fathom the reason they stole her, she knew Pine was off to figure it out, the young wolfess thought she should probably go too, but not alone. Alexander she knew would loyally follow her, and while she was growing, slowly, more confident in handling her paws and fangs in battle, she wished for some company, for more than protection too. Tithe or even Astraea would be welcome wolves to tag along with her as well.

Truely things had been arduous still for Zelda, she had hoped once Aranck fell everything would just go back easily into place. All the packs seemed once again more peaceful, and Zelda wished for nothing more than to also finish re-aligning Taviora with Spirane and confirming the peace they had always had with Diveen. Even with what happened between them. She truly felt bad for taking so long after receiving Nymeria and Vortigern’s invitation. After all she had been wanting to go for long herself to meet with the Queen Daenerys, however with so many pups in Spring, her then prisoner, and then Mikken’s sudden disappearance, she still had so much to do that made her stay. She had heard the call at Spirane, the call that signified that a ruler had risen though the voice that echoed from the mountains and it sounded like Daenerys had passed her pack to one of her children. Nymeria was the first that came to mind, but Zelda was certain that there were potentially others that could have taken the mantle of alpha.

Zelda thought of all these things as she moved so easily through the woods that she was ordained to protect. Her realm, her home. Fall was around the corner now, and the forest soon would be more beautiful as the leaves changed. It was her favorite time of year, she couldn’t explain it. Though much weighed on her mind she managed a smile as she crossed into the valley that her grandparents so loved. Where both her grandmothers and her grandfather Iblis were buried peacefully. She stopped near the three graves her tail giving a wave as she thought about what they would wish her to do. Go to Diveen? Further prod them about Arace when Zelda knew full well Pine and Cenmatl would be marching that way. Or to Spirane? Make sure she can gain that ally, especially seeing as a new ruler took the throne. Young like herself perhaps.

She turned her gaze to the peak of the mountain that loomed over her forest, she had put it off long enough. Today, or tomorrow she would venture to see this new Queen, on her own most likely turning her teal gaze back to the graves she gave another smile, her tail flicking lightly. Three great leaders were buried before her, and she knew somewhere in the sky they were watching and helping to guide her.