The world is rumbling beneath us

The raven had arrived – and been heckled for stories beyond just the message it carried by Ardyn’s Lyr before it could escape – and Aurielle had been left to consider the proposal. It was surprising that it came from Armada of all packs considering Sirius' temperament, and the behavior of his ‘diplomat’. One could only guess at what tall tale she’d probably spun to the man after her less than diplomatic actions and words.

While they didn’t anger Aurielle, or ruffle her coat all that much, it concerned her that a diplomat might be so flippant at any pack’s border. The next alpha she got mouthy with could very well be the one with a thin skin and short temper, and a penchant for war and hostages. She, personally, couldn’t see the merit behind hostage-taking unless it was in the heat of battle defending against a siege or raid. Hostages had the chance to see Valhalla from the inside, gather information, and escape, or behave well and be released. The resentment of being a prisoner would be an added incentive to plot Valhalla’s downfall.

It had taken a little fenagling to adjust patrol schedules to cover both her and Ardyn’s absence for a day or two, but in time they were on their way, armored – not against wolves, but against whatever the ongoing strangeness might throw – with a few packs of food and a couple clay bottles of a mild mead and ale. Nerves might be frayed and the liquid was enough to take the edge off, but not addle the senses.

The field came into sight and the way it had changed just with the crystals and mushrooms was unnerving, but she remained composed, though she gave Theory a welcome, warm smile before nodding cordially to each of those present, regarding Artorias with interest as she remarked softly, “Does this mean a congratulations is in order, Artorias?”

Was Ulric alright?

Deathbelle wasn’t present, but the woman on plush furs had the look of her, and she could remember the woman as a pup at the festival long ago.

She settled herself, setting out the provisions nearby as she went and casting her eyes around the Field. “I’m beginning to really wonder if the world will ever get back to normal. Or… as normal as it ever was.”

She wished it would... maybe she'd be able to get a full night's sleep for once... though she was pretty sure she'd sleep for a week if given the chance after all this insanity.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think