She had laid low after the border incident, avoiding the other children even more. Especially Vareth and Sedna. She even did her best to dodge Morganna when she could. SeeJay was old enough to not cling to the adults at every waking moment so she took comfort in knowing that she would be okay as the waves calmed from the incident. Even if no one else cared.

Her tail swished as she fumbled about in the night. She was well known by her caregivers for not sleeping through the night. Nightmares, restlessness, simply unwilling to give into slumber. She had it all for a wolf still so young. Yet she thought nothing of it. Such had been life since she could remember. Who could blame her? The earliest memory she could truly latch onto was the tattered form of Laurel and the aggressiveness of coyotes. Even if everything had been plush after that (Celandine's warmth, the kindness of two yearlings, a new home) she could not erase her memories.

It was with those things in mind that she heard a sound that made her muscles coil. Her nostrils flared as she attempted to smell something that would make such a shrill sound. There was nothing but the dull scents of Pookastone Scowle's members with the exception of something more fresh. She barely recognized it but she knew it to be someone important. He had brought a coyote back after all.

She jogged to catch up to his position and let out a soft chuff to announce her presence once she arrived. Her posture was neutral at most. Slumped forth shoulders, lowered head and limp tail. Her orange eyes glanced around to quickly realize he was alone. There was no coyote present with him now -- dead or alive. So what had that been?

We reached the moon falls icy cauldron
And found the spirit that I crave

There was something about the nickname that soothed her ever so slightly. Little darkling. She wanted to latch onto the title firmly and not let go. Out of a returning kindness, she flashed him a crooked grin that was usually reserved for Morganna or Celandine. The look was certainly out of place on her usually stoic or aggressive features but there was no denying the genuineness of it.

Her head nodded softly before she uttered a soft "Yeah." Her ear flicked softly while the world around them seemed to have grown silent, as if the previous shrill sound had halted everything that was still awake. Yet after hearing such a sound she could not shake the feeling that they were not the only ones out here. Someone -- something -- had to still be out here.

Usually she would have taken the chance to slip into the reflective waters with so much tension in her chunky form yet that seemed inappropriate at this time. What if something was lurking on the shorelines for her out there? Or what if it was underneath the surface even? "Did ya hear it?" She finally asked as her gaze flickered back to the rugged male. There was no denying (at least not from her end) that something had cried out. Either for them or for something else.