It was hard not to notice the little congregation that gathered upon the threshold of the Throat, the faint outlining of bodies both winged and not peppered the sandy horizon. Atreus was ahead of her, the vulture gliding on the breeze with a glint in his eye that could only be pure joy, he loved these instances, where Neph and himself could be free of worries, if only for a little while. They were still on patrol after all, and those that required attention would be never too far from her assistence.

Her wings leisurely dipped as her front hooves lowered, and the warrioress began a leisured if not pointed descent toward the gathered. Her companion flew on ahead, a streak of stark red feathers which circled overhead, assessing each one that had gathered. Stop that, she mentally chided, adopting a gentle but stern tone she'd often used on her children. The vulture clicked unhappily, but he returned to her as she landed and settled on his usual perch upon her withers. "Hail," she greeted, her odd coloured eyes moving to each of them in turn, "it is good to see you Tembovu, it has been awhile." She stilled by Volterra's left side, a respected distance away but close enough to be a presence if things turned sour. "I am Nephele, and this is Atreus." She offered to the rest after a moment, head tilted toward the large bird upon her back. Atreus trilled his own hello to echo his bonded, his gaze flickering over the new comers skeptically still. "He's not very fond of strangers." The warrioress mused, purposely shifting her weight to break the birds attention, his somewhat friendly trill abandoned for a squawk of indignation.

The presence of the light coloured horned one drew her attention from the crowd, especially when Ampere elaborated on him being the threat Maren had spoke about. A stifled snort of amusement sounded in the back of her throat, indeed, coming to the throat at night would of been a better tactic. If ultimately fruitless. They were a herd of warriors, who prided themselves on keeping their island home safe. The mare said nothing of it, instead purposely chose to remain a quiet presence. Questions had no doubt been asked before her arrival, adding to the pot at this point would be unhelpful. Let them get through their pleasantries, and if something didn't sit right, she had little filter to keep those questions and comments to herself.



"Speech."