Burn it down [meeting]

It was surprising when a call, vaguely familiar at best, roused them from there den. The last meeting they'd had here had been far from pleasant and she felt dread weighing down on her and her wife's shoulders. Though being a prisoner was not awful for her -- she was content to stay home with her family, to keep to themselves -- she knew her sons were growing rapidly and needed room to roam and hunt, room to explore and do as children were meant to.

She was quiet as they wandered from the den, slowly ushering the boys with them, though they needed little prodding. There was a wariness in her step as she padded besides Novel, hardly looking up from the ground -- only barely, to keep an eye on Psalm and Hymn. They seemed to have a newfound playfulness, something they had been forced to stifle for some time, and she found a smile playing on her lips.

It took a long moment for her to finally direct her gaze to the woman that had called them, and it took a bit longer for her to realize who she was. Confusion welled in her chest as her gaze searched for the one that had declared them prisoners, but she found nothing. "Novel..." she whispered under her breath, words meant only for her wife as they came to sit amongst the few that had begun to gather, most of whom were unfamiliar to her. Who were these wolves, and why had they come to Ludicael? "This was my Queen, back in Seracia," she explained slowly. Though she had been young and largely uninterested in politics, as she still was, she remembered the woman with a bit of fondness. "She and her husband were very kind." Though she had little to do with them, they'd presented themselves with dignity and they had been good to her family, even offering her mother a higher position within the Kingdom despite her mother's age, and giving her a healer -- a woman named Loccian -- to help tutor her. A slight smile tugged at her lips, a warm feeling of hope beginning to sprout in her chest. "If she is to rule, we might not need not be afraid any longer..." Perhaps things would change now; perhaps they would no longer be prisoner in their own home. Gently her tail twitched as she leaned to press her nose into Novel's neck, giving her a gentle nuzzle as she considered what this meant for their lives and the future of their sons.