I am honestly not sure what I expected with my return back. Things have changed, but things always seem to change. Nothing ever remains the same forever. Every decision we make is a change, and I plan to make quite the changes still. I will not remain still for long...yet everyone needs rest. I cannot deny that I grow weary and my eyelids grow heavy. It is much too early to sleep, yet I spend my time relaxing all the same.

My time was not to be spent alone. Although I spend much of my time on my own or with Magnus close by, I do not exactly mind if another comes to me. I am indeed here as part of the pack, and part of the leadership of the pack. I have had my position for many winters now, and I continue to work towards my own goals as well as the goals that will further the pack. I investigate what harms our own and threatens us...but I want to do more.

My blue eyes flicker over to see the form of the younger woman, now calling to me. She is of white and copper, and the golden hour of sun does rest nicely upon her pelt. She looks slightly smaller in height than me, a thing I find unfortunate for herself. She asks if I am the Changewing and her posture is that a bit...submissive. My blue eyes narrow slightly. I guess she knows her place, but I prefer me a confident woman. There is a difference between confidence and challenging. She is not cowering though, so that is a good start at least.

”Keep your chin up and your shoulders back, Sila,” I say, my head turning to her. I keep my brindled form upright as best I can while I lay on my stomach, my grey paws crossing in front of me.

”Now what does a healer need from a Changewind?” I ask firmly, my voice naturally feminine and higher in tone despite my displeasure of such a thing. I eye the girl seeing if she quits being so hesitant.

”Sit, I assume your questions won’t be too brief if you are coming to me,” I say tersely, motioning with my left paw to her. She did come all the way up here to see me, yes? She might as well enjoy the view while she can before the cold comes hard for the winter.