a word of welcome and of warning

Frith had indeed been on a trip around their borders, so far in his duty that he was on the exact opposite side of the territory when the call rang out on their borders. He would hope desperately that Novella had had the sense to stay in their den, especially with the voice that called to them. As he trotted (quickly) towards the call he'd hear her request for Aslan, even if it was somewhat distorted over space. He couldn't help the knot that would tie itself in his stomach as he hurried his pace.

He'd arrive as Epiphron would explain the demise of Ludicale's previous leader. His hackles would smooth as he came up to stand beside his wife. He would listen, pushing himself into his wife's shoulder. He had to say that he felt more at ease even as she spoke, especially her mention of the members that had remained in her care. Surely if they felt in danger there they would have come to see their family here. His bicolored gaze would watch the pale woman curiously, she would offer them a neutrality that he felt he really couldn't deny. If she had no further ties to the previous dictator he saw no reason deny her that. However he had no intentions of speaking over his wife and her decisions. The man would keep quiet, looking to Novella to speak and make the decision.