It's better to ask forgiveness than permission

Tired paws lead the wraith forth, expending what energy that she had left while keeping an eye upon Amara. “Keep up; don't wander.” Knowing it was unsafe for a sickly women like her to be about with a fledgling youth at her side. To say the least, Abelinda looked pathetic and not at all a nobel or proud Armada. That steel-blue fur was clean and yet rough in some places, packed tightly against that showing skeleton. An illness had struck, taking everything it could and it still plagued her. Thankfully, it did not seem contagious for little Amara would of been affected a long time ago by it unlikely to survive the affliction Abelinda was dealing with now, barely at this point in time. The only saving grace had been when Amara had been weaned and started on meat; now hunting had been easier at first then grew harder as time went on, as the mass was sapped from her bodice and the strength once with it. Stopping before the boarder, did Abelinda take a seat, weary and tired did a summing howl was given forth. “Stay close, child.” Knowing ones curiosity was endless, boundless but now was not the time to explore.

“And in the dark I can hear your heart beat.”