Guess this is your heads up

Avacyn stepped back into their den after her usual morning patrol and began to unbuckle the straps that held her armor in place. Already her uncle was hitting the ground running and she had seen him off after a brief meeting before he left for The Hallows the day before. By now she had found out about Valta's change of hands so it was more important now than ever that they secure the alliance they had with the Auster pack. Just as the thought crossed her mind while she was laying out her armor on her workshop table she realized that was no longer her responsibility. The thought caught her off guard a bit and she paused with a quiet hum. She still cared about the well being of the pack as a whole and their standing with the other packs, but she would be lying if she said that she wasn't relieved that it was now mainly Deimos' concern. The shift in leadership had been hard and even Saracyn wasn't entirely pleased with her choice, but she knew it had to be done. After the alphas meeting she had accepted that she did not have the temperament that an alpha needed to have in this current climate.

She sighed and shook her head to clear it as she walked back toward the entrance of the den. She needed to tighten up a couple of fittings on her armor, but that could wait for a bit until she had a chance to get some breakfast. On her way out toward the central part of the island she looked up and was surprised to see Desponia heading in her direction. She very rarely, if ever, saw the woman and had mostly resigned herself to never expecting to see her around. It had honestly been a surprise to see her at the pack meeting, though she had been glad to see her all the same. "Desponia?" she asked, wondering if she was actually looking for her or just happened to be passing by in a similar direction. "Is everything alright?"

"Avacyn Mendacium"