It's not you, it's me

Several days had past since Elysium's attempted raid of Valta and she had spent that time busying herself with checking on the wolves that had participated in the event and taking inventory of how everyone had done. As always, it was far easier to consume herself in her work than it was to face anything than was to think about her personal life, but she could only run from that for so long. The last wolf she had to speak with and check on was Albion. She didn't doubt that he would notice her avoidance of him over the last several days since the day before the raid and part of her almost wished she had spoken to him first so that this awkward tension wouldn't have had a chance to build. Alas, she hadn't done that and now she had to face the music one way or another.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Avacyn stepped out past the tree line as she approached the cave that she knew Albion shared with his siblings. "Albion? Are you home?" she called as she drew close, not wanting to intrude on the rest of his family, but needing to know if he was here or if she was going to have to go looking for him elsewhere. She didn't immediately spot his large, pale form, but he very well could have been further back in the cave where she couldn't quite see him without stepping into the cave. Her claws flexed nervously though the grass as she waited for a few beats, looking for the male that was supposed to be her betrothed.

"Avacyn Medacium"