There could be no denying that whatever games her brother was up to, she was included in some secretive affair. Or perhaps it was just her mere existence that was a secret. Either way, she would do as she was told and wait by the pond as the two-toned boy, the Nameless One, and the Darkbringer began to walk away for a tour. It made her antsy, memories of times spent hoarding the meadow near their birthing den. It reminded her of Enoch, trying to demand the boy leave but being unable to do so and eventually allowing him to guard the meadow with her. Thorne had been furious. Yet it gave her a bittersweet longing. The last time she had seen him, he had been focused on another wolfess, and she was but a mere memory. A blip on his radar.

Once, she might have been able to sit still and silent, a guardian like she was trained to be. While she could not disobey a direct order from her brother, she did not have to sit still as a statue. She stands, pacing around the pond, paw edging a filthy rock from it's spot lodged in the dirt until it flips into the water. A toad rushes out, throat pulsing with it's fear, and immediately she snaps out. Instinct is what drives her as her canines sink into the tender flesh of the toad, it's legs hanging out while she lifts her head.

Owl-eyes blink as she notices the approach of a male. Slowly her eyes turn to catch the far figures of her brother, the boy, and the behemoth, wondering if she would have to break some protocol and fight this male. But under all circumstances she could NOT abandon her post by the pond. Reluctantly she turns to face the male head on, soft features sharp with wariness, ears alert and figure swaying slightly, ready to lunge away if need be. With a jolt she realizes the toad is still in her mouth and abruptly opens her jaws, letting it plop gracelessly onto the ground before her. The urge to step forward and place her paw over it, to claim it, is strong, but he is a male and there is another ingrained thing there.

Males equaled submission from her, though none could overrule Blackthorne. Females were different because it depended on who they were, their rank, and many things. It is only because he is from Asteraia that she feels some doubt, nervousness clear in the line of her jaw as she clenches her mouth then relaxes. "I'm waiting on the Darkbringer. He is in an audience with the Nameless One." The words come out abruptly and she is silently proud at how prim they sound despite her nervousness, her lyrical voice softening them even more. It was a slight warning to the male not to try anything and she hoped it would work.