It is hard to make me uneased. The closest I had gotten to pure fury was when I had fought with Leo and of course the Usurper, Purge. Rarely did I get upset, or worried in this way and I am certain it is obvious seeing as my usually relaxed demeanor is unsettled by actual fear that something might have happened to my daughter. I had been through a lot in my life, but nothing stirred me as this has. My claws dig into the rock as my muscles tensed my ears falling against my head in slowly growing frustration and rage at my failings. How had she been taken right out from under my nose? There was nothing to it now, if she wasn’t here, and wasn’t in the freelands she had to be kept buried in some pack somewhere. My normal levelness was leaving me, but I was starting to put it all together and quickly narrow it down to the possible locations to which she might be.

Glorall or Iromar. I ruled out Asteraia, I would have picked up her scent on our shared borders, so it left the two lands to the south. Daenerys only confirmed this theory when she said that she had not seen or heard any sign of Wren for herself. I would find her scent hard to miss if my sister has been keeping to patrols, and I figure perhaps one of both of her daughters might have said something to their mother while visiting here. I would think at least, but seeing as she answered my call I am sure she still plays an important role in their politics. ”I figured I could not get that lucky.” I replied softly before heaving a sigh. Though that meant as well I couldn’t stick around and stay with my sister for longer, I had to come back and visit once I secured my sister. My children were grown, the pack had been out of my paws for some time and I was finding myself with more time on my hands nowadays than I used too. Still that was dependant on if I needed to rise a whole pack from Moladion and wipe them from the map. It was starting to look like that would be the case now.

She embraces me though as I apologize and I lean in, finding her comfort settling my stormy heart and mind. She was my rock today, though in the back of my mind I knew I would be living up to the old nickname that Leo had given me all the way back. Flame. As I would certainly set flame to any pack that held my daughter against her will. ”I do remember.” I say my songlike voice quiet, though still I held some guilt. I had half a mind to return to these lands during times like these, for the the comforts of having my family if nothing else. Maybe once I found Wren it would be something I would consider. For now I just needed to get her back.

I finally step away after a few long moments, her eyes meeting my own as she asked me where I had not looked. ”Iromar and Glorall.” I say harshly my eyes narrowing and my gaze turning southward. I can’t make out the swamps from this height, but I know they are there, know that they have been stirring up things ever since Pine had been removed. ”If they find any information they are welcome to do it, but I plan to go now.” I say to her letting her no I was not waiting for any diplomat to do this for me. She might already be in trouble and I was hardly going to wait around for someone and let her potentially suffer in the meantime. ”I’m sure you understand.” I say, my songlike voice serious. I was going to scout those lands now, plan my attack. I would try… diplomacy first, but if that didn’t work they would all suffer.