Astrea wanted some togetherness and found that she was drawn to the Prairie where the Hellstorm children stayed. She felt like telling them a story, the only story she knew. She moved to where the young ones where and gave a small howl to call whoever was near, family or guest all was welcome. She sat down then, her pale eyes watching the wind blow through the grass, she hoped the young ones where well and she wanted to add a bit of light to their world. After meeting their family she knew that they would be okay but until the defeated Hellstorms found their way to the young ones she was more than happy to give them a bit of entertainment. More than willing in fact as she woke at about noon to make her way here so that she knew the pups where up. She hummed as she found a comfortable spot and looked up at the sky finding the very large sun too bright for her eyes. She waited patently for them to come to her.

It was difficult to stay within the den where Shiro felt the most safe, curled around his siblings, nice and warm. But as time passed without word or a single appearance of his parents, the boy was growing uneasy. A knot having formed in his stomach, not going away with the hardest of massages. So he decided to leave the den and walk the prairie, but it wasn't more than a few minutes before her heard a howl from nearby. Quickly the young pup would glance over his shoulder and in the direction of the den, but after a few moments he decided to just follow it. And of course, that woman was there, causing the boy to stop just a few yards away. Unsure.