Even with the war over, it was a struggle that would stay with her she was sure. There were prisoners and political matters that needed to be instantly attended to - but the woman would find a moment to breathe and let she and the wounds she had gotten rest. Syrinx had left to seize an opportunity, and a part of her missed him - his presence was wild, but it was strong. He was strong and familiar and she would miss him being beside her - but Valhalla did not need him as a permanent leadership presence and he seemed to know that better than even some of the wolves here. His family of course, was allowed to go with him - his children would grow strong beneath his care, if not a bit strange. Eos was gone, but it didn't seem to affect Syrinx in the long run. Perhaps he simply trusted that she would return...
The sound of a member's call would draw her closer, and she would turn around and step over the trampled plains that were her borders. It was bloody, a mess really - and the alpha knew that the pack could not reside here for much longer. There was simply so much to do - but she would always make time for her members. "Sephiroth." She would speak the man's name, her blue eyes held a fondness, and her stance was relaxed. This male had fought for Valhalla, and although he had not won, his loyalty was prized and to Chrysanthe, more important. "How are you healing?" She would question, glancing over his figure and sizing up his wounds. His howl had been empty, but heavy - and his head was lowered, he looked defeated. If only he knew she did not consider him such at all.
"Speech"
