In a pit of vigorous foam, the hued sea green that resided inside did not match what had been there the moment they first opened - rather than alive as seemed, the spark was dulled. Flame no more brighter than the little light that crept through on dark spring nights. It had been corrupted, misguided since the recent change of scenery as well as authority that now had claimed possession over the adolescent and her siblings. They had just been sent out to play a game, harmless and possibly helpful as it taught them to welcome the independence of being without supervision.

Amidst the fun in the new land meant for all and not one, such simple pleasures had been interrupted by none other than cowards. Traitors, possibly who sought to eradicate her father’s growing dominance as his offspring would one day pass on his legacy or who would try to use the pups for their own numbers. To think captivating and making her prisoner would somehow gain her loyalty to whatever this place was besides her home was a delusional thought and the young pup could only hope that the other’s would see through the wolves that had apprehended them as well. In the very least, her own brother as surely he was not so easily persuaded.

From then until the present, the time in said duration was nothing but an uneasy still. In regions unfamiliar to her and unknowing of the empty slots wolves gave as they woke and slept, Xymesina had since been planning her escape. Although the fae gathered something like that would take days, maybe weeks as she would need to come up with some solid plan before letting the other’s know. If things didn’t go as planned, she could see father coming to save them or at least a group he sent to steal them back. They were his children after all and he wouldn’t leave them to rot, right? … Certainly not mother.

Scrutiny was her weapon at the moment as the adolescent would simply watch. To observe and exploit, and then hopefully, leave with knowledge about these strangers and the place they called home. Per-usual, as if she was back in her own, Xymesina had taken to being on her own without company, which wasn’t all that hard considering the fact that wolves here seemed to not notice the new bodies they’d have to feed. Either that or they were avoiding them like a plague, something the fae wouldn’t mind at all should that be true. She wasn’t that fond of others anyways, especially a crowd.

Perched on stone that embedded one half of it’s size in the wave of a small hill, this was where Xymesina had claimed as her own to contemplate and examine. Wolves passed and came, though each day collided with the last as time here seemed gone. Banner curled to place itself at her side, the fae had a collection of empty and thorough thoughts, all of which seemed to be cleared as her auds picked up the sound of a bellowing howl. But this was not father. The source was a brute as massive as they come, not as large as the dark king who she was related but still large enough to seem colossal. Were all souls of masculine genes intimidating giants? So far, that has been all she has seen of the opposite gender and a few faes as well that borderline on surpassing those in height.

The brutes call was long, and as she silently watched the male, no sooner did he stop had the young one began to notice a hoard of strangers flocking to his demand and following as he led them somewhere. For a group of souls to be led anywhere, the male would have had to be undoubtedly the leader of this place and her reason for being here. While part of her was curious, another found it foolish to even step off the rock she claimed temporarily. This place was not where she belonged, not where any of them belonged and to take part in the mob after a false figure was like letting him win. Whatever her thoughts were, neither mattered as she needed information, to who this brute was and why the four had been abducted. Questions would be answered, that she would make sure.

Xymesina idly stood and at a cautiously slow pace took after behind the group down the trail. It had not been long until the mass came to assemble in a web of bark and wood. A knit of branches and trunks stemming to provide a protective-like bubble around the large bulked tree that stood in the center. As the leader made his ascent upon the structure, Xymesina took the moment to seclude herself in the shadows of the shade, momentarily lost from the conversation as she began to lower her figure and rest against the cool ground. Taking it as her mission to get comfortable before even regarding what the brute addressed, though she did hear parts of the beginning introduction.

Chin landing upon her forepaws, the adolescent gazed her seafoam green in a hard glare as this pack alpha gave nothing but petty lies. They were not abandoned, they were taken! Stolen against their will and denied the freedom of making the choice of whether they wanted to come. Lips faintly curling upon her muzzle in a start of a snarl, no audible sound came but the threat she presented with such actions. As the male commanded, wolves began presenting themselves and it was the first male..female, to do so that gave a clue as to who these folk were. Desmond... Xymesina took note of the alpha’s name as she would probably need to remember it. The second fae proved more useful in facts as she gave a name to the lands, though it was her now awake counterpart that made the connection. "Agavos". It had been the name her father had given the day of the pack fights, as he spoke about the neighboring packs that were announced enemies to Erenyx.

Next was one face she was happy to see, Ragnaar. The sight of her brother well and still alive made her heart beat rapidly, a small smile parting on her once faint grimaced expression. Having one full connection to her life before made the misery of missing the rest of their family all the more bearable. As long as she had him here with her. As more began to present themselves, as far as she knew the rest were irrelevant, that is until another familiar face crept into the center. Petra. Xymesina had not seen her since their arrival, but she was glad to see her physically well. It was clear from the start of her words, the other was not so good emotionally and it was clear the lies this Desmond spoke had gotten to her.

Immediately rising from her position, the adolescent perked her auds forward as a dark brute attended to her half sibling. The male recognizably the one who had taken her, she remembered such golden orbs. As he began to comfort the other fae, Xymesina rolled her eyes as he too told more lies. Had her reasons? Keep her safe? This had nothing to do with their parents and the adolescent once more had faith that this was not a plan or abandonment. It was thievery. Coming up beside the other, the pup would speak close to her so Petra could hear clearly underneath the brutes words.

“Don’t listen to him, we were not abandoned nor given up. This is a ploy to turn us from home.” Offering a nod of credence whether or not Petra saw, her banner soon whipped in a graceful motion as the faes attention turned to the large male in a tree. It would have been easy to follow along in this act, not care but she did and it was this stubbornness that led to the next sentence. A sentence she may regret with a tone that if used at home would get her tongue bitten right off.

“Father was right, you are a fool.”