Her ruby wings carried her over to the field, desperate for a change of scenery from the bloody kingdom her father overtook. It was so strange to think of her father as a King, yet she could only hope her sister would fit in well. She was only a faerydae, the cold would be brutal for her. Yet she wanted to cling to the family they still had, the ones who cared. With Lahmers return, she knew her sister and her would not be seen as fit to be next in line, yet she could only hope she wouldn't be looked at like a bastard either. A tug pulled her down by the chest, and her blue eyes widened at the strange flowers in the meadow. Other wolves were around her, yet she paid them no mind.