She had been curious about the silence since Spring. Blackthorne in particular seemed to fall off the map, but she had learned that apparently he had spawn now running about the lands from when Elohim visited. Was that was caused his silence? Or was there something else transpiring across Moladion she needed to worry about? She had been thinking about it for some time, maybe Blackthorne was learning why Aster and Pine so easily caved when he threatened Aspis and Whisper. She wanted to believe that maybe he was figuring it out, maybe even getting a bit of understanding, but no, she didn’t think he was capable, even if it was his own children. She had thought about sending Tepi out in the silence to steal some of Iromar’s pack members, but that would be inviting more chaos and trouble for the rest of her pack, a pack she swore she would keep peaceful for as long as she could. The desire for information wasn’t outweighed by that currently, and she was fairly certain she could try to exhaust peaceful methods before diving in and stealing members to take it.

The opportunity to find out what happened would come sooner or later. She would keep the scouts, thieves and assassins on it best she could. A sigh escaped her maw, Zelda didn’t leave Taviora often, she made her diplomatic trip to Diveen to meet with Arturio at last and it came up with little that helped with anything. She was expecting today to be rather routine though, which was good, it felt like things were normal, almost peaceful and anxiety flared up immediately wondering what was going on she didn’t know about in Moladion since it had been so long since things had been what she would consider at peace.

Thankfully it seemed someone had news, or at least a little information about the goings on. Her ears twitched at the sound of someone approaching her now thoroughly beautiful den. It was quite the site to see Dexter weaving around all the flowers and bushes that were laid out. Lazarus really meant it when he said he would make call kinds of flowers grow here, and he had, the flowers were planted and arranged and he was always making changes and additions, her den felt more like home, and place that she could find peace more than ever before since he had come to join them in Taviora. Part of her wondered if it was their bond, or if it was just all the changes he made. It was probably both. She still really hadn’t told many others what her relationship was towards him yet, they weren’t mates, but he stayed around often, so it was probably obvious to anyone that they were imprints despite her tight lips about the subject.

Zelda smiled at the male, she was always happy to have her Uncle, really he, and she supposed Amoxtli too, were like father figures to her since her own was never around, she trusted them and loved them probably more than a typical niece would. ”News you say? You’ve been out roaming around with the others then, poking around trying to figure out why things have been so silent with our previously loud marsh lands friends? Or have you other news?” Admittedly, since forming the treaty with Asteraia, Zelda didn’t worry too terribly much about them. Yes, she knew there were cannibals, and Zelda would protect anyone that came to her pack looking for sanctuary from such, she wanted to help anyone she could dealing with them. They had stolen Shem, and Teza’s imprint, Zelda was quick to forge at least that much of a tentative pact with them if it meant her members would be left alone. ”Or is this about the boys?” For she also knew her youngest cousins had a way of getting themselves into trouble… A lot. Not without their parents trying she knew, but Zelda also didn’t mind it, sometimes she found the antics charming, lighthearted and something to chuckle about in all the serious business going on otherwise. Innocence was beautiful, but short lived. She doubted it was about them, but she couldn’t help but prod anyway, it was fun, and she couldn’t help but prod just to see if her rather even keeled Uncle could get flustered.