There was always an air of power in Sreda, revealed through the depths of a hard, calculating gaze. A confidence which need not backed up with teeth or words, but simply a look. Wardruna had seen such unspoken authority in her mother, in her sister Sylvi and even little Eli and wondered if it was ever something she too would hold in others one day. Sreda mighy have seen it in Wardruna, though she was alone in her thoughts. Yet Wardruna could no longer afford to allow her lack of confidence be shown, lest it be of those in her close council (like Sreda here) now that she was Queen.

Now that she was face to face with Sreda, she would suddenly come to a sit before her, her thick tail moving to lay over her paws. I would like for you to tell me again what you know of the coming of your younger siblings... Where was it that your parents found that tree? How did it give them pups? Do you know how this came about? A flood of questions then. Questions which she did not know if Sreda would have the answers to. It was magic, after all, which in most cases did not have any such logical explanation. Most importantly to Wardruna, would be if Sreda had any idea of how she might find it herself.