Medical Round Table

She was still gnawing over her thoughts when a pale stranger unexpectedly popped out at them. She bristled immediately, automatically dropping into a warrior's stance as she'd been taught, but he didn't seem inclined to attack them. If anything he was just as surprised as they'd been, though she was skeptical of any good intentions. She hardly had time to process that all, however, before a second young male appeared. For goodness sake, apparently they were as numerous out here as rabbits in spring. But this one Integra seemed to know, and was quick to greet him. Not that she was particularly mollified by the introductions, though, since he was introduced as a healer of Abaven. An expression of disgust crossed her features as she drew herself up to her full height to look down on him, but for Integra's sake she held herself back from any particular comment. "Evangeline Imperialis," she supplied her name coolly. She gave the other male a sidelong glance, measuringly. "You aren't from Abaven," she observed suspiciously. Was Starling-from-Abaven meeting Lyndvarr-from-Wherever for some nefarious purpose? She didn't posit her theory, though, preferring to stalking patiently for that possible juicy bit of gossip about Abaven's wolves.