She was the keeper of the territory of lost souls, the one to shepherd the creatures in and offer them a place to stay for as long as they wished to call it their home. She was no gate-keeper nor jailor, and they were free to come and leave as they pleased. The pale figure ruled over the land itself...she did not desire to control what her members did, for the most part. She set her lands apart from other territories by making her members a promise; any who left her dark sanctuary would always be welcomed back.
Ears had caught the low howl and the angel had left her rocky hold to set out toward the border. They had expanded and even with the use of the many shortcuts it would take her a little while to get there. She had sensed something stirring among the members lately, some unrest, but was unsure of the reason behind it or if it was something that was good or something bad. She had expected to hear of it sooner or later...perhaps tonight was that night.
It didn't make sense to her why Sirius would be howling for her at the border unless he had found someone or something of interest. As she approached the scene her brow knitted in slight confusion. He was alone. "Is something the matter, Sirius?" The winds blew toward her nose and she caught scent of something...different. "You smell odd"
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