Raisa never expected to see someone she knew here! Other than to be a part of the Northfall representatives, she had no real reason to be present at all. The kids got to stretch their legs beyond the ravine for the first time, and Raisa herself got to stretch her legs properly for what felt like the first time since before birthing the little mites, but it was just pack relations. A party, celebrating the longest day of the year and the return of the sun.

But one scent stood out among others, and Raisa sought it out properly once the kids were settled with Bogart, Carnifex, and Serafina. She passed meals and berries alike, and while she might've partaken in some of the food, she was being good and avoiding the berries. Didn't need the little tykes all wound up and clumsy the next time they drank from her! She could only assume it worked as such; eating and drinking was what made her milk supply, so it stood to reason that the berries would go into that process as well - and the Rodion wasn't going to be the shitty mother that got her kids drunk, double especially at another packs festivities. When they were older, there would be time enough for bittersweet savorings -- for both she and, later still, them. Still, she wondered what one or two would do.

Her constitution was tested when she finally found the snow-pale Empress indulging.

It has been some time, Izumi, the sapphire tigress hummed, tail wagging, as she approached. Glee twisted her features, and though she wasn't really looking forward to explaining she was no longer a monarch and that Seiiki had failed for the billionth time, it was always good to see a familiar face - especially one that made her remember her crown with fondness.
She might not have made a name for herself in Mythris, but she'd never stopped working to better Seiiki. To lift her people higher. And in the end, she'd sacrificed her own throne to that very end: without regrets, without resentment, happy just to be among those who had stayed and suffered alongside her.
She might've been Northfall now, but some small part of her would always be -had always been, since the day she'd been pulled from the great tree- queenly.