Things were alright now - but the pack had yet again been put through another test of their will to stick together. But they had overcome it - and Io was pleased to know that a capable wolf had taken over the beloved pack - she had met Erani while helping the wounded soldiers during the siege. "What happened to the children?" The albino would question, children were always a bit of a soft spot for her - it would be truly unfortunate if they needed some sort of help. There was little that Io herself could do, but perhaps she could keep an eye out for the woman's children.
They claimed a good amount of territory, some beautiful places in the West to surround their original home. She knew that Erani was an excellent healer, but the albino would have never known the wise woman was a tactician as well. Should she expect all Valhallans to be jacks of all trades? "Good luck with your travels Alsander." She didn't have much to do with the information, but she would definitely keep in mind which territories belonged to Valhalla under Erani's rule. Although it was more to know where she could call for them than to avoid trespassing - at this point, she felt something of an ally to this pack despite her rogue status.
"I haven't heard much from Ludicael myself." But it was her next stop looking for Viridiana - the red woman had meandered off and she didn't want to loose track of her family. "I found another Sovari - Viridiana, but I seem to have lost track of her again." At least this time she knew that she was within Alacritia. "We have the wanderlust in us it seems, and Vi seems to be a" wild card' "free spirit." Either way she loved her kind, and although she probably considered all members of her family a bit too highly, she only about them a little more than she should.
"I am fine, the life of a rogue suits me." It always had. "You, though, make me miss pack life." She would always find solace in quiet, in the moon and stars, but she had gotten used to the trails of other wolves being scented that weren't days old - and the cooperation and coabitation that they took part in without even really realizing. Alsander's voice as he spoke of his Aunt, of Valhalla's new territories, of their plans to further themselves with allies, he really seemed to care. It was different - almost odd to her. He was refreshing. |
