She is not a diplomat and so is is not often inclined to attend meetings of that nature. Unless, of course, they interest her. The appearance of her grandson on her borders however, is most definitely of interest. She of course knows of the contract that had recently expired between the two kingdoms, though she would be surprised if Wolfbane had come to renew it. He is enough her blood to no doubt have discovered they hardly need Loess at this point of the game.
It is curious, too, that he had arrived with Vulgaris. Though the viperous stallion likely would not know her, though she is certain he would recognize her. After all, she had been the one to split up his initial scuffle with Dovev. She highly doubts he would forget a thing like that. Especially, as it turns out, with his reason for coming today.
Heartfire had already made the decision to join the growing group, but Wolfbane’s final admission would most certainly have cemented it. When she had peeled Dovev, bloody and broken, off the meadow those years ago now, he had somehow become her responsibility. And whatever else her foibles might be, lack of loyalty is not one thing.
And frankly, she couldn’t simply stand by and let her grandson take on such a challenge either. Perhaps Wolfbane thought he had the upper hand, but she knows Dovev too well (better than any other, it could be said). And Wolfbane would be foolish to underestimate him. There would be no winners.
Sharp blue eyes fixing upon to two Loessian’s, she joins the group comfortably, settling beside Breckin with only a glance to acknowledge the queen. As though she had been invited. Her eyes pass briefly over Vulgaris before settling upon Wolfbane. Her demeanor is still, unyielding. Entirely different from their encounter in Loess.
“If you are hunting for Dovev, let me make your hunt a short one,” she advises, forgoing the greetings they all seem so fond of. “He is under my protection.”
i see your sins
and i want to set them free