Things were beginning to reach a head she feared, regarding those tensions boiling outside of their home. It didn’t involve them, at least for the time being, and yet could they truly sit idly by and watch what transpired? While no moves had been made against her pack from what she had heard that might only be a matter of time, the threat seeming to grow bolder with every passing day and the shadow that loomed only grew darker. She was honestly surprised such darkness could exist within the typically peaceful Moladion, while she had heard the stories of the old wars and knew that darker creatures with rather unsavory tendencies still existed to have them band together under such a ruler was… startling. Ame had given her some context which she trusted explicitly and she was still concerned as to how close to the entire volatile situation he was, but he was a capable wolf and she had to trust that he could watch out for himself. Then Nymeria had met with the large, white wolf who seemed to be near the heart of the matter itself, he had come asking only that Spirane be a haven for those who needed it which is what the mountain had always stood for, but she couldn’t help but feel more may soon be required for them.

Stepping out of her den and into the cool early morning air she gave a light shake of her dark fur. While the warmer seasons always seemed slow in coming to the mountain, the cooler ones seemed all the more eager to return. Already the leaves were beginning to turn and some crunched beneath her paws as she made her way down the familiar trails and toward her sister’s den, it was early still but she had a feeling Nymeria would be awake already. Having her sister by her side over the last few months had meant more to her than Kalseru had originally expected. After her mother’s abdication and the subsequent scattering of her family she hadn’t realize how alone she had felt despite leading her pack until they had returned. It was a relief, and despite the ominous situation which loomed she felt a strange sense of a peace, history could attest that when the blood of the mountain stood together there was nothing they could not do.

Pausing in the small clearing outside of the den she sat down before releasing a soft bark just to let her know she was waiting outside. They had much to discuss as to what steps they should begin to take now before things were forced upon them. Even if it was only it was to go out and gather more information from others more directly involved, she had a feeling that Spirane’s time of standing silent in these matters was drawing to a close.