The rain had been tireless this summer, as was the humidity it left in its wake beneath the forest canopy when it ended. Zelda wasn’t sure which was the less tolerable. The humidity she thought, where it seemed to steal her breath the moment she stepped from her den, the soaked heavy feeling under her fur that didn’t even have to do with the rain. Yes… the rain was probably, unfortunately, the more tolerable of the two, at least then she didn’t feel quite as hot as she moved through the forest on her regular check ups on all the wolves that did the patrolls with her, and other members of the pack. Things had been quiet since she had retrieved Archana and Whisper from Iromar, she still would retrieve Aspis too even if it was the death of her, but she had to think of how. What else would be worth it to him for her to trade without inciting his wrath? Not that she was scared of doing that either, just a little longer for peace in the forest, she knew in due time she wouldn’t be able to avoid conflict with the moors. Something would happen to make her move, when was the question, but he was not a good man, of that she was certain, but she wasn’t sure how dark he was either.

Her meeting him left her more questions than answers though. While she was pleased it had gone well, she was not so happy with other things going on around Moladion. It seemed a new dark age was upon them, Aranck’s reign apparently had only been the prologue to the tales that would potentially happen. Still Taviora was doing well, and she counted her blessings for that. Most members lately though seemed to keep themselves tucked into the thicker parts of the woods or their dens even to keep them shielded from the rains. Zelda didn’t quite have the luxury of hiding out and waiting for rains to pass, there were borders to check, wolves to talk to, family to ensure the condition of among other tasks that were on her shoulders as Guardian of the Forest.

It seemed though that she was not the only one out in the rains though. Quiet as the forest had been, it was hard not to miss the movement of the light colored girl against the brown and greens of the forest, even on this abysmal day. Nenetl. Zelda regretted that she hadn’t been around many of her younger cousins, mostly because of her role as Guardian, Petra had been keeping an eye on Arace for her for a while, but now was sent out on a mission to Diveen. However, as her family grew it became harder and harder to dedicate her time to seeing them. Even her younger cousins from Amoxtli and Shiloh she hadn’t seen as often as she would have liked as well. It was the sacrifice that came with being in the role she was, a reason to why she was in no rush to take a new mate or have children of her own. Assuming she could even let go of Hyrule.

Right now though seemed as good as time as ever to meet with her young cousin though. ”Nenetl! What are you doing out here?” The wolfess called lightly to the silver girl, trotting up to her, looking like a soaked mess, but didn’t they all when they were out here like this? ”It’s not often with these rains I see anyone out that’s not on a patrol of the borders.” She added a soft smile touching her maw as she looked over her cousin who shared similar features to Zelda, mostly because out of their powerhouse of a family, they both were light and lithe thanks to their non-aztec family members. It mattered little, it was about the size of your heart that really mattered when it came to any wolf in Zelda’s opinion, but today would be a good day to see what she could do with one of her youngest family members.