She would travel through the lands, moving slowly with her children. It had been a journey, but she finally found her way to her nephews border. Looking down at her children, she would smile wearily before tipping her head back to release a call. My nephew is the Alpha of these lands, his name is Valentine and he is family. She would explain as her haunches folded beneath her, tail curling around her hips. Audits tipped forward, listening carefully for the sounds of an approach. She longed for a rest and a decent meal. She had been hunting for the three of them, and moving at a steady pace, she was exhausted and certain that her kids were too. Her singular gaze would flutter shut, though her senses remained on high alert. She was uncomfortably close to Arcanum, something she would have to get used to. Now that Solstice was gone, she hoped that the silver Queen would not harass her anymore. Perhaps it had just been Crucifix they were obsessed with, but she couldn't be sure. Talk like this

She was near, having positioned her den close to the boarders for exactly this reason. Bushy tail would flip and flitter behind her as the loud call would echo through her ears and head would lift languidly. Ruby optics would flitter to the kids and then to Nova before giving her children the stern 'do not leave without your father' look. Dainty paws would push her from the ground and she would take a hard left and head to the boarders. It was probably only a minute before she would arrive, slithering her way up to a old scarred bag and her rug rats. Lovely. "Sup." Dione would speak plainly, moving in an arch from their side along the boarder so she would stand before them, head lifting slightly in a show of dominance despite her tiny stature. "You're kinda ugly..." Her words were plain, dropping from her lips like stones as beady gaze would narrow and she would scrutinize the one eyed one eared woman. Well she had a shitty life. Sucked to be her obviously...

They would not wait long. A tiny woman would approach. And what a sight she was. The russet woman had never seen a green wolf before, nor one with horns. Words dropped like stones as an insult rolled off the womans tongue. Her eye would narrow fractionally, lips curling into a smirk. As are you my dear. Though I suppose its a matter of opinion. Her tone matched the stranger before her, words dropping as equally heavy stones. The tiny woman had lifted her crown fractionally in a display of dominance, of which the russet woman did not respond to. Now, Im here to see my nephew, Valentine. Words flowed cooly from her lips as she peered down at the woman, unfazed by her words or her appearance, though she still did find the woman to be rather curious looking. A green wolf. With horns. It was definitely something you did not see everyday. Her gaze would drop briefly to her children, eyeing them carefully. Talk like this

They had picked up and packed up again, they moved towards where it was warmer and though she resented the fact that after their first move her mother would make them walk away again, she was glad. The north had seemed more prison than home and as much as she hated that her mother had almost literally dragged her back from her self-imposed isolation, but then she had grown hungry and tired and though she would never admit it, it was easier to rely upon the red woman than to run from her. They had stopped, and her mother spoke of a boy who ran the pack they were now facing. Ravenna nodded, uncertain exactly what to expect, or what was expected of her. The girl lowered herself upon her haunches and waited in silence, though impatiently. She wouldn’t be kept waiting for too long though, as a figure approached and despite herself Ravenna stared. Gaping actually as he jaw suddenly seemed to unhinge from its closed position. Her mother and the woman spoke and the cherry girl rose to her paws, peering at the top of the green woman’s head. What was going on up there? The whole of the unknown woman was interesting but the horns and the long tufts of fur? That was the most interesting part!      Speech,

A call rang out, one that was tinged with familiarity but not immediately recognized. The brute still as he tried to place the voice. When it clicked his hackles rose. Sibelle. Former prisoner of Arcanum, victim to his mother's whims and former Queen of Solstice. And his aunt. All of these things came together to form a massive pile of uncertainty. What did she want? Was it an ambush, the beginning of a retaliation against his mother and her allies? He approached on guard and at a run, his eyes and ears searching his surroundings for signs of hidden threats. Much to his surprise, the only readily detectable beings were Sibelle, what he assumed was her troop of children, and Dione. Confusion replaced his distrust. “Sibelle?” he queried, “What brings you to Imperium?” “”

NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.

The ugly bitch would speak again, blatently saying that Dione was ugly. Immediatly hackles would flair and raise, lips curling in distaste and distrust. She was beginning to get sick of the shit she was going through thanks to this green colouring and horns. Funny how some just brushed it off and others flipped their shit. Either way Dione was done taking this shit. Lips curling slightly even as she explained that she was here to see Valentine. "Maybe he's busy..." She would hiss though clenched teeth. But with that he would appear and she would sniff indignantly, head turning away as Valentine would state her name and ask her reasoning for being here. "I'm going to go with she's looking to join considering she brought her brats along..." Dione would grumble, shifting her gaze to the kids before looking away and snorting. This was stupid.

Her children would remain silent as the green woman spoke, though they were obviously dumb founded by her appearance. Anger words about how Valentine was busy would reach her ears. But Valentine would arrive, causing her lips to turn upwards in a smirk. He would inquire about her presence, but the green woman would speak first. Valentine. I was only here to see if you may accept my family and I, or perhaps point us in the direction of a pack that will. Her gaze would drop to her children. They needed a place to live, to grow up. There was so much for them to learn, for her to teach them. Yet feeding all them on her own was a nearly impossible task. She would sigh softly. I don't want to cause trouble between you and your mother, but my children need a stable home. She doubted that Cataleya would appreciate her presence here, or even accept it, and the last thing she wanted was to cause trouble for Valentine and the life he had built here. But she had a duty as mother. Talk like this

Dione was quick with a snide comment and Valen wondered what exactly had taken place before he arrived. No one was bleeding, so there was that. Without missing the beat, the brute said, “Thank you, Dione. I think your work here is done. I'd like to speak to my aunt in private.” Sibelle's request gave him pause. Valen doubted his mother would be happy to hear that he had taken in Solstice's former queen, but he himself had no quarrel with her and he did wish to connect with his father's side of the family. The brute decided that if Cataleya did have a problem with it, they could discuss it when it arose. He nodded. “I understand. I recently became a father myself.” There wasn't a thing under the sun he wouldn't do for his kids. “You are more than welcome to stay here.” “”

NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.

Dismissed... Fury would arc through though the woman's tiny frame but expression would remain tactfully neutral. She would say nothing, simply eyed the red woman and her children before eyeing her alpha and turning. He would get what was coming to him soon enough... She would make sure of that. With a sniff she would depart, head raised. She would make sure to rain hell down upon these insolent, pathetic wolves. But she would never let them know this. Silence would follow her as with a flick of her ringed tail she would depart, disappearing into the foilage as if she had never been there in the first place.

-exit Dione-