Storm's A Brewin'

Rœkia's mind was whirling with possibilities. She was an opportunist if ever there was one and already she was sifting through the poisons in her possession and the ones she planned to gather. It would be nice to have a bit of company. She could escort the girl home of course… they just might take the long way around. She smiled gently to to shivering girl. The girl introduced herself as Finch, a wolf of Abaven that she said she thought was in the east. Rœkia nodded and turned to Wolf. "Wolf, my love, can you get a bearing for us?"

"Yes, m'am and miss Finch!" He took to the air, flapping calmly until the winds suddenly picked up and he dove back down. "I have a bearing but it's far to dangerous to travel with this approaching storm. I suggest we take shelter til it moves past."

Rœkia nodded and stood. "Here, why don't we head back to my den. Wolf is right, you're a long ways from Abaven and if we try to travel now we'll get caught in the storm for sure. I have a spare den not far from here, just a bit this way." She started to move, pausing to see if the girl would follow her.

"Speech"