Diana watched Lina trot towards to the inner palace, specifically, to the residence of the late alphas of the Crescent Pack.
With a bunch of white roses delicately held by a pair of dainty small hands, Lina walked towards the guarding deltas of the palace located at the apex of the old pack house of the Crescent Pack. Covered by a black silk veil, her head was hanging low with Omega Fallon in tow. Clad in a mourning outdoor dress, her small hands clasping the flowers before her lie her life depended on it when in reality it was Diana who was depending on it like a lifeline.
As Lina trudged with long strides towards the closed palace, Diana leaped from one roof to another. Her woodland scent was being swept by the windy state of the entire central town. Diana jumped with utmost care.