The Queen of Sindri lay in the grass by a marshy spot, eyes tracking the sky. She wished she had her sister here, or her cousins even. Gwydion was always tracking animals and learning their whereabouts and patterns; Castiel was often off wooing the one Hawthorne lady, his future wife. Swallowtail knew either one of them would drop everything to help advise her, but she was loath to tear them away from duty. No. She must decide this on her own.
The Krustallos-Reptillia-Elemental royal knew she must needs take a husband, to produce children to match with the other packs for the peace treaty. She herself had not been included in the huge treaty pool. She wasn’t sure why, but the other regnants seemed not to have been included either, like Lucaya, Esmae, and Kublai. At least this left Swallowtail free to find a husband she preferred instead of being pressed into an arranged royal match.
Yet, she kind of wished she had been thrown into the pool. It would save her the burden of having to find some other man she liked, and also strike one more pack off the list of matches she still must needs arrange to tie them to Sindri. So far they only had two. She sighed, watching the clouds drift in the sky.

“head down till the work is done.”