Talien was on a mission today. No doubt the news of her absense had spread throughout hte pack, especially to those who had gotten to know her. Though she had kept herself for the most part close to Dexter and his immediate family, she was determined this time, to spread her wings a bit and devote herself to the pack of Taviora. It is what Nenetl would want.

There were times, when first she returned, that Talien thought it might be best for everyone if she simply left Taviora and returned to wandering the worlds of Moladion as a nomad. She thought that perhaps her children would be better off, letting Dexter and Tuari adopt them and raise them with their own and simply vanish into the wilds.
She had done it before Dexter came into her life and no doubt she could do it again. But then Nenetl sought her out on a hunt and the delight and pleasure in her daughter's eyes at seeing her mother again managed to ignite the burning embers of her heart and that flame of motherly love once more burst forth.
Eztli might fit in better with Tuari and her family, but her silver daughter made it clear that though she no longer needed her mother like a pup might, she still needed to have her mother close.

And so Talien ventured out today to search for Zelda. No doubt the goddess of the forest was busy handling political notions but Talien felt certain she knew the white drappa had returned. Talien knew she needed to apologize for her sudden disappearance and if even for her sanities sake alone, find a way to help her leader, no matter what the chore may be.

As she pads down the winding twisting trail that led to Zelda's den, Talien let her mind ponder beyond her own wants and wishes and for once shoved her thoughts of Dexter to the back of her mind. Winter was nearly upon them,
already the first of the snows were beginning to fall and coat the ground with a thin layer of wet slush where the sheltering pines and conifers could not offer protection. The pack would need to store up some food for when the weather truly turned sour and game became scarce. Perhaps she could, with guidance from Zelda, put together a hunt between packs, to help secure and strengthen bonds for the possibility of war. Maybe Zelda had a different task in mind for her? Whatever it may be, Talien was ready and prepared.

As she comes upon the forest goddess's den now, she drops her head, her raven tipped ears lower and she allows a soft pitched whine to escape her lips and alert the red and cream drappa of her presence. She seats herself now, letting her long tail curl across her wide paws and prepares to receive any backlash she might receive for leaving so suddenly for she knew it would be well deserved. Nonetheless she was determined to devote herself to her pack and find her way up the ranks to become a valued member of the pack that Nenetl could be proud of.