It was a beautiful breezy morning. Zelda could feel the moisture in the air, the trees billowing more than normal. When you lived in the forest and outside you started to get a feel for what was going on around you. The canopy didn’t allow for much view of the skies but if you were used to feeling everything else it was easy to tell by some of the most subtle changes. She had got moving early if there was rain or something to set in this evening. She began her rounds of the entire pack, her slender form moving with ease towards the eastern side before swooping south. Sometimes she ran into other wolves helping her on her patrolls, but what type of alpha would she be if she didn’t do them herself? The worn dirt trail that went around the pack was there for a reason after all. Her Grandfather, then Uncle and now her have all taken care of the pack as Guardian, uninterrupted, for over fifteen years now. Three generations of wolves now ruled Taviora, and her grandfather and uncle still lived. She knew the day may came when the Aztecs might finally lose their place in the forest, but she would die before it was forced from them.

Her ears twitched then hearing a call more central to the pack, but not terribly far away either. It was a call she hadn’t heard in some time, but she most certainly recognized. It was that of her best friend’s brother, Tzadkiel. She was curious, she hadn’t heard from him in a while and it wasn’t that she minded, a smile set on her face and she started quickly trotting towards his call. Her long fur on her legs billowed out behind her, giving her a almost gliding like appearance even as she weaved through the forest. The was a reason she guessed that Hyrule had given her the name of “Goddess” especially as she moved so magestically about the lands she lived. She never thought the name fit her, the title was certainly more fitting to how the Angels viewed themselves after all. Powerful. Great. Perfect. Zelda learned that while they certainly were a strong family no one was perfect try as they may be. She had been thinking a lot of Hyrule again. She always did when winter neared, not because she wanted children, but that was when he left when she was just coming onto her fourth year. That felt like a lifetime ago, and for some… it was.

”Tzadkiel, you called? How can I help you today?” THe wolfess spoke gently as she appeared through the brush, the starry angel coming into view. He looked at peace this morning, her smile was still set softly on her maw, her tail waving gently at her heels. She was still curious though to what the male called her for. Hopefully nothing bad, but then again, right now, with Iromar seemingly under a new leadership and really only Asteraia with any known troublemakers within its borders it would be a good time to hear bad news and take care of it. Though she doubted it, which was good, maybe Moladion would see another short time of peace, just like it had been in their childhood.