Shilah's shots were drifting aimlessly when he heard a familiar voice and felt a familiar weight leaning against him. His head twisted sharply to stare at his sister. His heart was suddenly racing and for a moment he thought he was staring at a ghost. "S-seiran?" He could scarcely belive it! Turning toward her he sought to bury his head in her ruff as he struggled to find the words. Finally, he pulled away and answered her question with a lopsided grin. "Ya think? By the Fallen god's mighty paw… I thought you'd drowned. Did you…" His voice trailed off. He'd thought of asking Seiran if she'd seen mom but if she had wouldn't Razi be with them now. There was little time to chat as the meeting began.
Shilah tried to listen but he found he kept glancing at his sister, needing to reassure himself she really was here. His attention was drawn back to the meeting with the mention of a vision. He'd hoped it was something about the flood and the missing wolves. Maybe Ashiel had seen what happened to his mother. Instead it was something far more cryptic. Shilah's fur stood on end as the man spoke of the disturbing imagery he'd seen. He listened intently as Malleus unraveled the vision but he didn't know quite how to feel about it.
Soon the conversation turned from the vision to the matters of the pups. He felt a bit awkward about the attention they were getting but he did look forward to putting his mind to work learning the trade of his mother. He needed the distraction. Glancing at Apollo, the man who spoke for them, Shilah tried to size him up. He struck the youth as a warrior and he was certainly a respected member of the pack but other than that Shilah couldn't get a good feel for the man simply by looking at him. "How far away is it? I can probably walk there myself." Well… he could if they gave him another week or two for his leg to heal. He watched Ashiel request a rank and felt he ought to do the same, or at least speak his interests. "I'll join Risen too. I want to train to be a healer like my mother."
