This was a unique place, strange and yet oddly comforting. Perhaps it was the black soft sad beneath her paws or the calm ocean to her right. Whatever the case Adalgisa knew she would be visiting here again, the tormented demons within her were calm and not screaming at her to let them lose. They were few in between but were quite known for her much colder and even vicious personality traits; the aftermath of the rebellion had left it's mark upon her young mind.

Turning to face the sea, those ghostly eyes drifted over the flowing and ever shifting waters. Never to be stopped, never to be calm for long. There was simply no control. Always twisting and turning with a mind of it's own, what drove these forces was unknown, but she was captivated by it. Beautiful." The first word to leave her in some time, it was a soft mummer and nothing more.

They had come to this place for one reason, and one reason only. That was Adalgisa's decision though, he could care less for his own well being. He had realized this in the aftermath of the rebellion, them growing up. The bastard was no one special, but he wanted to be noticed by Adalgisa anyway. The only one who understood him, they understood each other and their hatred for others. Wolves of the world were distasteful and betrayers. It took a long, long time for anyone to convince Solas otherwise of them. And not one had proved him wrong yet besides his sister. Even his other siblings he payed no attention to what so ever, while Adalgisa had nearly died from a rogue attack Solas had used all his strength to save her which what had started their strong bond anyway.
The sound of the water against the shore made him curious. As such his sister spoke of it being beautiful. Solas' curious cyan eyes shit closed, as he brought his head underneath her muzzle in reaction to the words. His ears pressed against his skull as the top of his head hit the bottom of her neck in affection. The only sort of affection he would give to anyone, for probably a very long time. As he opened them again and looked at the moving waves. He pulled away from Adalgisa and walked closer to the ocean.
However unaware of the nail remaining in the sand from human influence all those years ago. Striking him in the left white paw, a small yelp escaped his maw of surprise as his knee locked and he scraped along the nail on his leg. It was just deep enough to bleed, but it wasn't anything serious. However when the blood began to stain the sand he growled moderatly. He had been careful not to hurt himself, since neither of them had much medical knowledge. But now sure he had done it and it pissed him off. Of course he didn't give much reaction but Ada would be able to tell of his temperment.

They had came here for no particular reason, then again if she was left to her own devices the yearling was prone to wandering. Causing trouble here and there, though back when she had been much younger and had been patrolling with her brother Solas and a few other pack members, she had strayed from them to check something out and quite had been viciously attacked. The others had stood by and done naught; Solas had stepped up to the plate and essentially saved her life. From there and their understanding of one another, a unbreakable bond had been forged; never to be broken except for that eternal sleep that would claim them one day.

A smile touched her normal stoic features as her head dipped down only to pressed against his own skull and into the side of his neck earned a loving nuzzle, the affection was only saved for him. Others did not receive her affection save for a cold, outer shell. Sighing softly as he pulled away, she watched with curiosity and yet the smell of blood along with his yelp had been a obvious sign that he had bee harmed. Blinking those ghostly eyes, Adalgisa stepped closer to view what had harmed him; a small simple metal-like object. Weird this thing was, but her gaze shifted to him. "We should get that looked at." All too well knowing that they could not afford to be wounded.

Marigold grew here in perfect little patches just above the cove. So the girl at first had no clue who was inside of the cavern. Until she heard a yelp, the marigold in her jaws brought her head to come up. Jumping down into the sand, the tall woman would step inside the cove seeing as there was a female and a male there with similar markings. The male was on his side, the one that was bleeding on his forelimb as the healer narrowed her eyes putting the herbs delicately down for a moment. "I'm a healer....may I look at him?" she kept her distance just in case. Arian didn't like to bother others, she was far too kind for her own good some would say but she knew there was evil within the world. Her white tipped tail flicked as she looked at the male worriedly. She was the same height as he, but much skinnier. Yet by the looks of it the two combined could easily crush in her skull. TALK LIKE THIS

Get it looked at where? He wondered, he couldn't entirely go to Ebony like this. As he lied on his side not wanting to move much his ears would move to the sound of life. Of another wolf just like them, and his lips curled back in a dependable growl. He hated others, with a passion, and was apathetic to whoever they were. Yet instead of approaching them right away, she was asking permission to treat his wound. Why would a complete stranger, offer her skills if she was a healer at all to heal him. Though his cyan eyes would wander up to his sibling for her own judgment.
His tail would flick against the sand scattering some of it. It was stinging his wound as the grains stuck to the fur that was soaked with the red liquid. His maw lowered, eyes still locked on the woman with an untrusting glare. It said, hurt her once, and I'll rip your throat out.

Those ears pinned back against her skull slightly, worried over hr brother and yet her expression went stoic fairly quickly once the scent and a voice of another came to her. That head turned peering at the one who offered to use her skills upon her brother, glancing at Salos, she sighed and gave a nod. No other words were needed as she stood by his side; going to be watching and carefully.

As soon as the two fell silent, she figured that it was her permission. Seeing as both were wary of them, she offered a kind smile maybe to make it better. Approaching the male, she asked him to move to his other side, as he did she removed the nail and threw it to the side with her teeth. Able to finally inspect the wound, she made a nod of her head and returned to the outside of the cave. Moss growing on the side caught her attention she grabbed some and soak it with water. Returning to Solas, cleaning the wound with the water. She then moved over to the marigold that she had been gathering. He was simply lucky that was what she had been doing this entire time. Pulling off the leaves, she carefully applied them to the cut. The wound was simple, and it was not life threatening either which she was thankful for. Had he broken a bone or something else, Arian was terrified the girl would have snapped her neck for hearing her brother scream for setting the bone back in place. As she flicked her tail she gave a relieved sigh. "My name is Arian Adravendi, what brings you two to Alacritis?" she asked. Judging by their appearances and ages they were siblings. But she didn't want to assume after all. They could just choose not to speak to her at this point. To reject her, but Arian wasn't evil, she'd be nice no matter what happened. TALK LIKE THIS

Solas was patient as the woman worked on him, he was slightly impressed with how easily she treated him. How delicately she did it as well. Yet he still would narrow his eyes at her. The wound indefinitely felt better, but his bitter nature would over-come him in most things. All he cared about was Adalgisa. As Arian introduced herself, his ears made a mild flick. The stoic man would scoff but not audible enough for the russet to hear. As he pulled himself closer to his sister regardless if he was on his side or not. Making sure not to brush the leaves sticking to his wound off.
If his sister wanted to answer he would go along with it. Truthfully Solas had nearly no sense of independence on his own. Decisions were always made for her, and if she wasn't around Solas wasn't entirely the smartest of wolves since he didn't know what to do with himself most moments. Though he rarely left her side, if she left his, he usually went off exploring or to gather food for them while she was resting. The boy's tail flicked as he closed his eyes, opening them again to focus on the russet.