She didn't really want to be anywhere near the Nightwind, so when he rushed after Roskuld the young filly was inclined to stay home and leave the search for their missing Emissary to everyone else. But the thought of being greeted with bad news as the search-party returned was more than she could bear, because bad news would mean she had done nothing to try and find a man that might become a friend, given enough time. So when the meeting ended and Tembovu set off to the north, in the wake of everyone else, the pale girl followed after him on reluctant wings, still not sure whether the pale man truly ought to be their main concern. Was the king's son not missing? Shouldn't the kid be the first thing on a father's mind?

It was a bitter thought - her own dad didn't seem to give much of a fuck, after all, so perhaps it was presumptuous of her to think Tembovu ought to do better.

"Better slow down when you're out on the glacier!" she called down to the elephantine man, once snow and ice began to replace the brown and purple of heather below her. "There might be cracks, you won't know until you step on one." The warning was perhaps unnecessary as it wasn't the first time the stallion crossed the steppe, but she wanted to make sure he wouldn't try to do anything stupid, like running headlong over the ice.

Any other day Erthë would have come down to land beside the man, but she had a feeling the king wouldn't slow to match her pace this time. Beating her wings to gain more speed she sped on ahead instead, rising high into the air to get a better view of the landscape. After a bit of squinting against the brightness of the snow below she spotted Roskuld and Mesec, monochrome dots that crawled along in the distance closely followed by something red! - no not red, brown! And they had antlers.. Tilney, then. The doctor and the Sparklight was chatting about it, from what she could tell, but Erthë wasn't paying attention to their interactions - her eyes had glued onto the dark-skinned demi, and they were slowly widening in horror as she witnessed the macabre change that occurred with him.

"Monster" she hissed as the beast named Mesec charged ahead. She had no other word for it. He was not quite a bear, but not exactly a wolf either; but it was enough of a resemblance that it set her teeth on edge and made her skin crawl. The desire to reach for her bow was overwhelming, but she restrained herself.

Instead, Erthë fell back towards Tembovu again as she heard his startled exclamations and angled herself in so she might fly beside him, with an uncharacteristically dark expression on her face.

"That man can't be trusted" she told the King, voice dark and ominous - not at all her usual cheerful lilt. "He's violent - he tried to attack me once! Why did you let him join the Edge, Tembu?"

She didn't like it, not one bit - it didn't matter that he was the Lady's son, or that Mauja had vouched for him once. Erthë would not trust a wolf - why should she trust someone who turned into one?

Tigers didn't change their stripes, after all.