The storms had calmed for today at least. The sun was setting, washing the world in a brilliant orange, an end to an all too short day and break from the gales that had been plaguing her pack all winter. That wasn’t all that bothered her though, there was so much, and the blizzards didn’t help in trying to keep everything in line. However, her stresses had been lightened with the knighting her champions. Along with that one long time mystery was solved, but she still had two more things to tend too with the packs, and to close the first in time. Spring, she told herself. Already the temperatures were starting to rise, soon winter would be over, the snow would clear and travel would be easy again. Mother’s would have their pups and celebrations would be held. For now though she took to the most basic of routines. Border patrols.

She knew she had her Champions to aid her, and she was sure, somewhere out there, Alexander was probably walking ruts into the ground making sure no one got past him again. He was not the only one securing the borders, her Trust, Fear and Empathy were on and off checking the borders as well. This was her land to protect though, but they certainly helped keep the borders safe from any that might try to enter uninvited or take one of their own. Her meeting with Arace had been pretty much all she could hope for. Her meetings with other members of the pack also brought her spirits to rise though. Even though the times were filled with shadow, her members constantly reminded her of all the good there was out there, what she was putting herself through all this for. So as she did her part to keep her lands safe she was surprised to say the least when not far from her borders, she spotted a wolfess drinking from the cold stream. She had to do a double take at first, her eyes having run over the other wolfess’ mostly white and grey figure, but Zelda froze. She wasn’t that far away from Taviora, and even with her nose as cold as it was Zelda could make out that she wasn’t from around here, or didn’t appear to be.

Even from a distance, now that Zelda took a good look she could tell she might be a little worse for wear. While perhaps it wouldn’t have exactly been well advised of her most trusted wolves, she stepped towards the wolfess, she was fairly sure by now she would have been noticed anyway. Unlike the other fem, Zelda stood out like the sun against the winter background. Her auburn fur looking like fire against the green, white and grey background of her forest home.

”Are you alright?” She called to the wolfess, her head tilting her form standing soft, unimposing and over all neutral, though really she did worry the smaller wolfess might not have been in the best situation with night beasts still about. There were fewer, yes, and Zelda hoped to have Taviora make yet another dent in that number come late spring or summer, but they were still around, hunting wolves that did not have shelter within the packs. Zelda couldn’t stand for letting something happen to her if she didn’t already have a place to stay for the night and then something happened to her when she very well could have changed that. Too kind, too soft. She had been called these things before yet she couldn’t stop herself from making sure.