The last rays of light were rapidly fading as the summer sun slipped below the horizon, bringing with it cooling relief from the heat of the day. These hours of twilight were usually ones that the Vuesain enjoyed, finding them peaceful. She was always up and about as the transition from day to night began. Either patrolling, searching for herbs or a new haunt, but always taking time to look skywards. Should the darkening canvas be clear, she would pause to watch the stars come out. Somewhere up there, in another realm, her mother was frolicking among her ancestors. She would be happy, unhindered by the trials and harsh realities of the world.
Neha in contrast, despite her secure place in Vigils Keep, was feeling anything but tranquil tonight. In fact, she hadn't felt truly content for a very, very long time. The reason for her frayed nerves was no mystery. With the confrontation of the invading Driftwood wolves behind them, but still seared into their memories, the pack had to be on high alert. They had rivals now, and they were close. Just a days travel away. After Nineva had worked so hard to form this pack, while becoming a mother, simply moving camp was not an option with young Ellery around. Though her pack greatly outnumbered the Driftwood wolves that day, the incident was an eye opener. Sooner or later, Neha may very well have to fight these wolves while defending her home...her family. The Vuesain female had little in the way of such experience, but with her rough around the edges persona, certainly had the mental willingness. Restlessly, she paced along the pebbled shore of the lake, a clear hint of agitation in her step. Coldly, she glared at her own reflection in the water, scrutinizing herself and any shred of potential she had, perhaps hidden deep within the dark.