Snow had fallen in heavy layers the night before but the morning broke bright and sunny though a sharp chill still hung in the air. Naudir was up at the crack of dawn, pushing the snow away from the entrance to her cave and making sure the paths she typically strolled were reasonably safe to walk upon. There was a sorrow in her heart this morn but joy as well. For all her wandering Naudir relished the moment of returning home and to be living here once more and in a pack brought back memories of her family and of Yfir. A pang nestled in her heart as her thoughts drifted to her mother. How was Katja now that winter had fallen on the north? She wondered if she was being a neglectful daughter for not being there but at some point she needed to live her own life. As she stood gazing out across the mist covered forest she debated asking her mother and her siblings to join her. It was a gamble. They were proud creatures, untamable and difficult to reel in. A yearling would not be an acceptable leader but gods willing he would grow and all the while Naudir would stand vigilant upon her homelands.
A howl called out and she turned her face toward the falls to where Tyrannis had summoned them. She let out a yip to call her ravens to her and then she was off down the mountainside, her body moving and rippling like water as she cascaded down to where the great cave rested. "Good Morning, Tyrannis." She dipped her head in greeting to the alpha and also to the others who were gathered there before she moved to sit between Artemis and Ashmedai. She leaned slightly toward the speckled man. "If you have time after this meeting I wish to speak with you." They had moved so swiftly toward the packlands that she did not have a moment to take the man aside and have him explain why he would infer that they were family. It was a point that had bothered her for some time and she would have an explanation.
