It it the sound of palm tree branches rubbing against one another that draws the women from her sleep, her ebony eye lids opening groggily to allow her magma hued orbs to absorb the scorching sunlight above her. She squints as the sunlight pours into her vision, and she turns her eyes away from the sky to glance toward her faithful companion. Marco, who was laying down only a few feet away, was still enjoying his nap in the warm sun. Her on the other hand, did not wish to stay beside this oasis for any longer. Now that her illness was starting to subside, she could feel the power that coursed through her veins beginning to return. Although her health had been faltered, her determination to rise above the rest and conquer the weak had multiplied. She still could not fathom the idea of losing her pack to an illness, a natural force that had tauntingly been out of her control. All she could do now was wait until her strength had fully returned, because once it did, she would return to the souless forest and pry her crown back from whomever had managed to quell Artemis during her disappearance- that is, if someone had managed to run Art off to begin with. She was still unaware that Artemis had vanished into the night again, but she would find out soon enough when she would return to her abandoned kingdom- but for now, she needed to continue the long healing process. "Speech"

The sweltering sun beat down onto the brute's back. His tongue hung out of his maw, the heat forcing him to pant, silently he cursed his black fur. In his travels through Alacritis he hadn't been anywhere as hot as this. His search for new herbs, it seems, had been in vain, as he saw nothing but sand dunes and lizards. Sighing, the healer carried on, although he couldn't complain much. At least he wasn't restricted as he used to be. Quietly, he crested a dune, and what he saw took his breath away. Below him spanned a desert oasis. His wish had bee granted as greenery sprawled in the little patch of green surrounding a water hole. Eyes widening in wonder, Sage started to descend, half walking half sliding down the same slope. As he reached the bottom he noticed a fiery wolf lying by the oasis. Sage cautiously approached the woman. He coughed to make his presence I on if she didn't already. "Good afternoon, ma'am. My name is Sage." He smiled, as he politely introduced himself. He hadn't expected to see anyone out here. "Speech,"

And it is rather surprising to smell the musky scent of a male wolf approaching her, carmine audits flicking toward her right as her eyes slide to follow her movements. Her gaze widens as a ebony coated male moves slowly toward the green oasis to approach her, and she feels the sudden desire to rise to her paws so she is not at a disadvantage should he be here to take advantage of her vulnerable state. She has every reason to be cautious around strangers, after all her mother had developed a toxic hatred for her and was known to be quite sly. She now viewed the wolves of Alacritis as snakes in the grass, each and every one of them having the potential to plot her demise. When the man does not directly walk up to her, and instead introduces his name while making a move toward the small water hole, she does not respond to his presence by raising like she had initially planned. She was too tired to get worked up over nothing, and by the way the male had introduced himself he did not seem like a threat. Marco was here too, so she would have help should their meeting turn sour. "Yes... "good" afternoon to you as well, Sage..." Her right brow cocks as her eyes trail the man's body from his feet to his head, she is not very impressed with his physical appearance, and it is obvious by the dull expression on her face. "I am Fiamette Sovari." She introduces herself in case this man does not already know her name. "Speech"

Sage was sad to see the woman looking very wary of him, but she couldn't blame her. All sorts of people were around you never knew who you might run into. He smiled warmly s the returned the greeting, albeit with a weary look. "I am Fiamette Sovari." The brute chuckled. "The pleasure is mine, Miss Sovari. Would you excuse me for a moment?" Pausing for a second, Sage quickly moved towards the water. After scanning the bank, Sage lapped up the cooling water. With a sigh, he moved back and turned around. Sitting down at a respectable distance from Miss. Sovari, he looked at her with his bi-coloured gaze. "Pardon my bluntness, but I did not expect to see anyone in the middle of the desert. I'm a healer, you see. So I was looking for new herbs." He said friendily. "Speech,"