Celandine's heart skipped a beat when the call rose across the lagoon. She almost thought it might be one of the kids, but it took only a moment to realize that the pitch came from someone else entirely. This land belonged to no one though their small group had taken to living within it's confines, so it was with a neutral stance that she moved towards the voice. 

Her nose was quick to tell her that only one woman was in their general vicinity, and though she thought to howl for the others, it was quickly decided against. They could come if they so choose, and if worse came to worse then she the pale she wolf was certain she could handle it.

Cocking her head to one side, Celandine approached the stranger. "You called?"

Celandine listened to the girl ramble on, the tone of her voice suggesting that she wasn't exactly sure whether or not Morganna meant for them to join her on the other side of mountain. Useless. Of course, a problem would be posed if they made the long trek only to find that the dark woman meant to say she was going to be held up for a while.

The woman felt herself blink once, twice, three times before a response formed on her lips. "So maybe we should go? Or maybe we're supposed to stay here and wait for her? Maybe she wants us to head back to Torbine or sprout wings and fly? Do you know why you were sent, or not?" that's when the slowly fading scent of Greer caught her attention. Of course he'd find one like this.

"And who are you?"

Oh! So she did have some bite then, didn't she? "Well darling, I'm sorry to say this, but you don't always get what you ask for." and in this case, the thing she was referring to was Renier. Celandine wasn't usually prone to giving out life advice or teaching lessons to children, but she was bored out of her mind, and a little prodding never hurt.

"You're an Archer, are you?" Gods there were too many of them. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of who belonged to who. Thankfully this one in particular was easily placed. Skoll's child. Even better. "I should have known as much."

"Well then, now that you've decided Morganna needs us, we'd better get going." Mischief played in her eyes as she turned. Maybe things would get interesting now. "Shall I call for your father, or would you like to?"

Maeve had intended on taking a nap, however with how slow things had been moving as of late she'd found herself rather antsy and napping just seemed out of the question. Nevertheless she had still laid down. Restless. Head racing with thoughts of what was to come. How long had she been laying for? Felt like a couple of hours now but.. 'Just... Close.. Your... Eyes... And....'

Howl. Seriously? Now?

"Agh! For FUCKS sake!" The irritated fae screamed. Without even a wink of sleep she made her way back to Celandine and.. She had company? "Oh. Who's that."