She glances for Meleys, which she’d been doing all through the journey from lake to veil. Crying wind thoughts have become muddied with the same indeterminate anxiousness that bleed through many waking hours.
At the sight of her dual tones, Iglux̂ hesitates, as though in some violation of the laws in darkfang’s world and her’s. She is a leader of saatsine but also serves Cen, and can either ease matters for his new wife or make them more difficult.
“Meleys,” the silver whispers at last, “please— will you guide me? I have no wish to displease him.”

skill: orator

Meleys had not paid much attention to Iglux in their travels. Had stayed ahead, separated, slowing for none, not even herself. Now, she could no longer avoid the woman and watches her approach as she lay along the tree line. Meleys need for rest was evident. She had slept much in the first few days of their arrival to the veil.

Guide her? Meleys gives a short huff-like-chuckle. She was so young. My brother is a man like any other. She states with a snort and waving of her paw at its ankle as she lifts it from the ground. He is easy to please. Says the woman who's own marriage ended in divorce.

Keep his bed warm. Give to him healthy pups. Give strength. Show you can take charge in the band, but tell him all you do.

Challenge him, but do not do so before the eyes of any other. He wants your opinion, yet to not be questioned before his lessers.