I Call the Bear Fighter!

She smiles at the contact with her brother, relishing in the moment before pulling to back to her sitting position. Her ears prick when he returns her greeting and she chuckles, the sound is warm and full of happiness. Her pale lids close briefly over her violet eyes as Drashiel speaks of his own well-being and she feels a bit of worry leave her heart for the child. He requests her state, and she smiles at his title for her. "Please, I'm still the same wolf." She chuckles. "I am well, I think I've come to enjoy it here even though I miss my family." All of her confusing emotions are channeled into those words, as she speaks them. Her ears flatten slightly, as he speaks his worries for Glaciem. What had become of the pack she had left behind? Father had fallen ill? Sendoa had taken over? Though she had immense respect for the cobalt queen she felt incredibly worried about Glaciem and her father. It was hard enough to run a pack but to care for your sick ruler, mater, and brother? It seemed to much to her.

Her ears laid back against her head, in distaste as her brother spoke, people were leaving Glaciem? She supposed allowing them to leave was better than forcing those who didn't want to be their to stay, but she asks, "Are they Armada's who are leaving?" She speaks, distaste at the idea, the anger is clear in her tone. Her brother asks what he should do and she thinks for a few moments. She isn't sure what to tell him. "What do you want to do?" She probes gently, her tone soft. "Do you have any wolves who are trying to train you?" She questions. She's curious now. Who took over her rank when she left?