She can feel the change in the air this year, terribly cold and strange as the weather and animals had been behaving. When Flidais had adopted a ranging nature once more, no longer able to find much love in any one place - Vesta would never tell her how like their father she was - she had taken to doing both of their jobs. Love of children, love of being a caretaker, the warmth of a hearth being intrinsic into her nature, she did not dislike being able to range the cliffs and find the goats, the sheep, the moose, and even the wildcat or two.

She was always safe here, always protected by that white and gray shadow that held such a large piece of her - though not as literally as her holding a piece of him. She never knew what precisely would come of her sister - still so alone as she was - but nevertheless, she valued that life had seen fit to present her with such a one as Arthfael.

Even if his present choice of chatty companions wasn’t very kind or soft on the ears.

Her eyes, white as a white jade, white as howlite, fix on the other male that Arthfael apparently has chosen to visit today. There is unlimited patience in her expression as she hears his disparaging remarks on her imprint and decides to take it upon herself to answer the implied insult. "Quite right, I think, he be kind enough to try and help me as I mourned the mother these mountains took from me, I think?" Her voice is calm, not angry, but clearly more confident in herself than she once had been. "He has done a marvelous job of juggling a silly girl and a rather large pack territory, wouldn’t you say?" She tilts her head, sitting with a pretty-as-you-may-please poise that brought her eyes down to the work he had put in.

"If you like, I know of a lovely lady in Diveen who is rumored to have a knack for tidying up a place. Apparently she has worked quite hard on some guest dens and keeps them as lovely as anyone could dream. I rather fancied bringing her here for my own sake. I could pass on the invitation for your den as well, if you like." She does not know of the politics required, does not think about the nature of inviting any wolf not of Spirane to the mountains. What she sees is a disgruntled wolf who was touchy about his den and she tried to immediately work on a fix of the problem. "What do you say, Tychon. Could free you up some time for more pleasant activities."