Her mind had been lost for some time in thoughts. So much so she didn’t notice the foreign scent as she thought about what may transpire between Iromar and Diveen. Surely Arace’s attack if Diveen had anything to do it was causative enough for Iromar to declare war upon the Angels. If that were to happen Zelda would have no choice but to stand neutral. While she was caring for the new queen, even helped her, Diveen, while maybe not allies now, were ruled by Hyrule’s parents. She didn’t wish to stand against them, and part of her didn’t know the whole story. Were they truly in the wrong? Zelda didn’t know Iromar’s wolves, but she did certainly know most of Diveen and how they were. Either by Hyrule, Orifel or simply just the stories her grandfather had said, they wouldn’t attack without some sort of provocation.

That she was certain of, however her mind wasn’t left to wander on those thoughts long as an unfamiliar wolfess’ voice caught her ear. She stood turning quickly to face the black and red coated wolfess. Never had she heard the tale of when her uncle had encountered this same wolf here, but Zelda knew this wolfess did not belong here. She did not smell of any of her members and no pack scent adorned her pelt marking her as someone who was welcome here. Just who was this wolfess? She was not a violet girl by nature, but she was a cautious one, not as soft as either of her predecessors as proven with her actions since taking her rule, but she was still given to choose peaceful routes before violence. The choice of words the wolfess had used also caused her to be less than welcoming in form. She was not loose and relaxed, but her form tense. Foxy was not something she had been called before, though the resemblance was there, Zelda felt awkward for the strange greeting she was given.

”No, not to someone so strange as you to turn up into a pack unbidden. Who are you? You have no mark of my pack or another on your pelt.” A child perhaps, or a young wolf she might have forgiven getting lost over her borders and not knowing the break between the Lumira Tundra or Enocra woodland’s lines into her lands, but this wolfess was older and her scent clearly indicated she had been around Moladion for some time. Zelda did not know of her Power’s secrets, she knew he had burdens he carried, but to what extent she was ignorant of. What she did know that since his joining he had protected her cousin, helped fight off a bear from their lands, and also was the target of Arace. For why she didn’t know and nor did Tithe it seemed.

It was then that the soft sweet voice of Talien came to her ears asking if she might join them and seating herself just behind her. Part of Zelda welcomed the presence of another the other part was uncertain. Every part of her though felt more on edge. Her desire to ensure the safety of the wolfess who was part of her pack and thus family to the young guardian. She didn’t know if this female was friend or foe just yet, and until she did Zelda wouldn’t relax before her. Zelda had learned to fight, sort of, from Tithe as well as her assassin teacher, Mana, but she didn’t have the faith in her abilities that her Grandfather and Uncle had in protecting the lands. The drive though, especially now with Talien behind her was like a fire. ”I was wondering the same, Talien.” She said her voice likely notably more tense than it had been upon their first meeting, but with so much going on, Zelda wasn't’ going to take chances.