What's the story, Morning Glory?

The femme took a small breath as she emerged from her den that winter morning. Rasiel felt refreshed, and with her season of birth fading so had the strange smell that had accompanied it. Her first heat, the young woman had learned. The thought of being a young woman… it scared her. Rassie didn’t want to believe that she had grown up, yet here she was. Her different shades of blue eyes scanned the earth, wondering what her brothers were up to. There had been more arrivals back in their lands, the return of two males, she scented… were they the missing Knight and Exodus that Regulus had spoken about at the meeting?

So far her uncle had no luck of finding her cousin… and worse yet it seemed that there was a stranger’s scent dangerously close to the borders of the moore. Rasiel was worried… and she knew her uncle wouldn’t want to leave the packlands to keep searching for Viho. That was why she wanted to talk to Reg… to get some of the stress off Cas an arrange a party with miss Gwen to see if they couldn’t hunt down the one whom she could only assume stole her cousin.

Her howl rose on the air, and little did the femme know that there were other dangers about that were plaguing her pack. She had not heard of the attack on a fellow she wolf who had also been in heat last season… nor did they know yet what had become of Creed and Valor. She sat neatly upon the frosted ground, ears flicked back. Sure she might not have known exactly what was going on… but things didn’t feel right in the slightest… and the longer more of their members were away the more Rasiel began to worry.