A voice would breach her ears, startling her briefly. But the voice was all to familiar. She didn't turn to look at him, even as he asked if she had left the pack to their daughter. She knew her daughter was capable despite how young she was. His sounded aways away as though he refused to get close to her. When he spoke of Bass, her hackles would raise, a growl threatening to leave her lips. But he didn't give her a chance to react. He spoke of war, their children. Abaven. She would freeze, panic spreading through her veins like ice. It was no surprise that someone would come to try and bring her down. It was a shame they were too cowardly to do it while she was gone. But her children, they were left to face the angry mob that had finally risen up. By the time she turned to say something, he was gone. Shoulders sagged wearily. For a moment all she could do was stand there and wallow. Finally she would break free, legs moving on their own accord. She had things to do....