She had stayed around Spirane. It was nice to be around here again. It was nice to explore where she was born and where she remembers growing up. It brings a sort of...comfort to her. It was also nice to watch her brother’s children. Recently, his daughter came into power, and she was happy that she got to meet them. It was a comfort to know that he lives on, even if she...may not ever see Leo again.

That was a thought she would not linger on though. She had decided to stay in Spirane, at least for now. Her wanderings led her back to Moladion, and she was not getting younger. She was not sure she would settle down forever, but at least she could get to know what is left of her family for a bit. She went off to explore a bit more of her old stomping grounds all around Moladion, and now the black female flecked with silver fluttered back to the border of Spirane.

Her golden tan eyes were drawn towards the much smaller wolf going towards the border, as well as hearing his call. Butterfly was wanting to meet some new wolves, and so she started to make her way over. She was much larger and calmer than that of her mother, but she still held her friendly spirit. But, as she was rather far when she noticed him, another came, another male of Spirane. Butterfly did not slow her pace, but she did notice the look the other male gave.

Butterfly could tell the small dwarf wolf was perhaps a bit close to the edge of the border, but she did not feel that such a reaction was warranted. The woman of black with the white mask upon her visage, like that of butterfly wings, set upon them gently- although she was tall compared to the others, and held herself with great confidence. This confidence was not particularly intimidating, as there was a softness in her golden tan eyes as she caught the larger male telling the smaller to leave. Butterfly steps forward and looks down at Tyrion, and then to Tychon.

”His call was not of harm, and your words lack of charm. Why not listen to what he has to say, on this beautiful day?” she says with her smooth, yet deep voice, a calming one at that as her eyes back to Tyrion, assessing him quickly before returning back to Tychon- who smells particularly Spirane. She may be the aunt of the Alphess, but she was basically a new comer all over again. She knew she held no power here- but it was natural to try and solve such a problem with gentle words. What kind of example would she be to her niece if she did anything else?