Word had spread quickly among the packlands, among Starfall. Another war. Another war was brewing amongst Sabertooth, who had mostly kept out of the last war, and with Tarben. Rumor had it that Phobus, her Phobus, had taken the life of the Princess of Sabertooth, Iris. Achilles had issued the warning for him to bring back to Beartooth. After the last war, Themis had hoped.. prayed.. that they would find some sort of peace. Yet that peace was consistently getting distrupted. That be by new drama, or new stirrings of something darker. The Packlands were becoming increasingly unsafe. The Alphess kept questioning herself, her own sanity. She'd brought this monster into the world. Birthing her sons had both been a blessing and a curse. Demius had turned out great, becoming a helpful leader among his peers in Amberbjorne. Now married to Yesimire, she knew that one day they would take over her pack, they would keep Amberbjorne's legacy alive. But the curse laid in Phobus. Whatever monster had possessed him had taken control, to the point beyond saving. She truly had tried with him, tried making him apart of her family, tried accepting him in with grace. He couldn't accept that Themis had found happiness now.

Yet, with all of the darkness surrounding her lands, she found herself, and her belly, growing. After her discussion with Mabbit, and their night shared together, the lass found that she had indeed fallen pregnant. New children, of her and Mabbit together. Her scent had changed, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to hide the fact from her pack. This was something she would annouce at the meeting, that they would soon have new Princess's and Princes to join their ranks. This was great news, as the members in Amberbjorne seemed to be dwindling. If it were to fall to less than half their orginal amount, Themis wasn't sure that they would survive.

Making herself climb out of her shared den with Mabbit, the Alphess lept upon the stony peak she used for Pack Meetings. She raised her maw to the clear sky and called out to her lands. Extending past that even, to all of those both in Amberbjorne and those who needed a home. As she then sat back, she hoped that Mabbit would be the first to attend and join her upon her stone. She wanted to tell him the good news before she shared it with the pack. Though, she felt as if he already knew about it. The lass wrapped her golden tail around her front paws, attempting to soothe her prickled fur from the sharp wind blowing through the trees. While yes, Spring was in full swing, they still had their chilly days. And she was feeling things a little bit more harshly, as she now was harboring new pups in her belly. Her golden stare was locked upon the clearing below her, waiting for her pack to show up.