The sand between his paws felt nice, highly considering the nightmare of the plague was over for him. His sister got well because of the herbs Valhalla had, though he felt bad he had been unable to save Vahva. He had also saved a stranger amongst it all though she had smelt a little like Roman. Taking a deep breath in, he let it out smiling as his dark ears pulled forward to the wind of the winter. Wagging his black tail, he lowered his head to say a quick grace before sitting down where he had been standing. Boredom was going to take him over again soon, and of course there was also his jittery feeling of being in the same place for far too long. It had been a while since the plague began, and he had to stay by his sister the entire time. Aside from the few moments he left to treat that one little yearling with the cure. And of course when he had come back she was missing. Which had made him a bit sad but that was life. Speech,

Irune Ezra Armada

With the new knowledge of Vereux in charge of Glaciem with his sister Athena by his side and as a mate, the young girl believed maybe the fate of the pack would change. But with living the north in hopes the pack she was born into could clear their name off everyone's black list, she feared for her mother. Ver said she had gone missing and Irune knew her mother would never live the pack unless something was very wrong. She moved at a steady pace, going west to start there and maybe ask Valhalla if they had seen her. She knew that pack was more than likely to help her over any other pack. It was a start at least, she just hoped she would find her soon. She thought back to the morning when she woke up after the plague. She couldn't remember much, it was foggy in memory. She just remembered feeling better, able to move again and started to drift away. She hadn't even realized she had left the place she had fallen ill till that night. She just needed to move, to go somewhere. She didn't know how she got better and it bothered her. Did her body cure itself or did someone help her? She was too afraid and unsure to go back and find out and then the concern for her family contracting the plague had her racing home to check on them. Here in the west the temperatures were not so cold, not what she had been used to. It almost felt like spring to her here compared to the far north in winter. She licked her lips, head lowered to have her hole spinal cord even and parallel to the ground, with tail included. She had been silent her whole travel, brows creased with worry. She would need to stop soon to rest and eat. But her worry was starting to eat at her gut painfully.

Quelt never forgot a face, nor a scent for that matter. Specially of those he cared for in the past, and the recent past at that. Where he had been resting, his bi-colored orbs would reach up and look over at the figure sitting a short distance between he and the river itself. Though worry washed over him when she looked like from his perspective to be in distress. They had only exchanged names and a few meer words during her illness. For when he had given her the treatment and went to fetch her water, she had fled. Irune, it was, she was a Glaciem family member one of those Armada's just like Roman. Which meant she was related to her, and also though his protective instincts taking over would make the forty inch male raise and bark at her. Did she even remember him anyway? "Irune are you alright?" he asked, walking along and situating himself maybe a few feet away from her. Of course the man towered her, like he did most except for the rare wolves who towered him by two inches which was wolves he had yet to meet. His blue and red eyes would stare at her with deep concern. The deep slate blue man flicking his black tail back and forth waiting for an answer to come from her maw. Speech,