Arace would be right with her words about Zelda. Some other leaders her age, were still untried by hardships while owning their lands. Everyone had their own set of goals, problems and solutions, but how one handles those problems, often showed a lot for the land that one was trying to build. Pine’s actions certainly spoke loudly, but how did that ultimately reflect on her and the other lands? Zelda knew her actions too also made people judge what type of home she wanted to keep maintaining. A place of peace, of safety. Every action she took in the name of her land did not just reflect upon her, but everyone within. Zelda learned that very early on in her leadership, and by watching her uncle rule as well. While she was still young, she began ruling before many of the other alpha’s of Moladion had. She had just turned three when she had asked Hyrule in helping her maintain the lands but only had his help for one year before she took up the mantle by herself.

She was sweet, but the last few years had been difficult on her, with many hard decisions coming hailing down on her. Aranck had been the first trial. She never experienced someone so vile in all her life, and things had just been going up and down ever since. Her nativity and her inexperience were very quickly brought down, but her general nature, and her ideas in thinking about how to handle situations would always follow the path she believed in. Her good nature someday she thought would get her hurt, this had come terribly close, if not had done so. While gentle and kind Zelda was no fool. She knew her path was the hard walked one she could choose. It was easy to be dark… far easier than being good. She had always hoped to keep darkness from taking over Moladion, and that could only done with one trial at a time.

Her words and laugh brought Arace’s golden eyes to visibly roll. Clearly she was unimpressed to some degree with Zelda’s over kindness. Perhaps she thought it was fake on Zelda’s part, that she ‘cared’ at all. Zelda did care, but she cared more for her pack and members. If it ultimately meant handling Arace in a different way she would do it for her pack if nothing else. When she replied though Zelda wasn't’ entirely displeased. She let the wolfess speak her mind, not minding so much her bluntness. Though as she paused saying Pine made quite the point with what she did, grinning and watching Zelda who only frowned.

”So you agree with your punishment then?” Zelda asks simply, ”You think this is justice? That it’s okay? Did you even get a chance to defend yourself against any accusations? True or not was it fair?” Zelda asked, there was a little rise in her voice then. Really part of the reason she did this for Arace was she felt it wasn’t fair, that now Arace and more importantly Starfall had been dealt the great injustice. This was her way of trying to correct it, help the balance, though if Arace felt it was fair then, perhaps she was doing this for no reason. Perhaps Pine was right.

They were more thoughts on her mind that was for sure. If she agreed with the punishment she was given then was Zelda wrong for doing this? She wondered then, she truly did, though still she did not feel bad for what she was doing. Her actions still felt good, pure, something that would lead to something else good in the world should she keep walking.. Though now her steps were perhaps less confident than they had been before on that front.

Still if nothing else, she needed this to work for Starfall and help him too. Her actions today spoke a queen of mercy and kindness, but not without some sort of retribution for her members as well. That was still if Arace accepted her desire to be helped, to be given more. Arace started replying, clear suspicion in her voice, though her words were incorrect, ”Help me, help you.” Zelda corrected. Letting those words sink in, though Arace says something else then, saying Starfall was better out without her. ”He would be, but fate has given you to him for a reason. Whatever that is, you are here now. We help make our own paths, but there is still something greater leading us, to what end that will be, that’s up to you.” She had no idea of Arace’s thoughts on this, or Zelda’s offer. She was truly being rather vague, but Zelda guessed that was also just part of protecting herself in these moments.

Finally she replies though, saying there older debts she had to pay. She had no favors to call in of her own. ”If they are not murdering someone I might be able to help you.” Zelda said though really she felt that was exactly what they were. This wolfess had built her life on her work of killing, Zelda hoped she could end it now. The auburn girl was sweet as she could be, but even she knew that someone might finally push her into having to strike. That would be naive to assume that she would never have to fight back. So long as she didn’t need to though, she wouldn’t. She was just… realistic, even if she didn’t quite like the reality of things.

”You are smart, I think, you might not be able to do the things you once did, but perhaps you could teach others to move silently on their paws, to teach them how to ask the right questions, find the right information. I would never ask you to do something you were uncomfortable with… well except. Before I do anything at all more for you I need you to apologize to Tithe. Once you do, and you promise to further not harm those of our forest home then you will be allowed more freedom once you are healed.” Though her last words clearly stung Arace Zelda felt she had something to say. ”Beauty is fleeting, as well as arbitrary. You’ll find out for yourself that your looks do not matter as much as you think they do. Most here, in Moladion that I found, would not simply fall to the whim of a pretty cover, they look to the soul. Your scars are bad, but not as bad as some I know, and to me they are still beautiful wolves. It will be alright.” She said thinking of Sidriel, of her grandfather and uncle. All of which were heavily scarred and battle worn. She remained silent then, if Arace didn’t want to decide today that was fine, but really Zelda thought it had been a fair offer, so long as she could agree to the terms. Really it could be thought of a vicarious to fix what she had messed up on, fix that she was too slow and help others achieve their goals. That was the dream at least.