I've never felt so torn up

ooc: I hope you don't mind me throwing Faite in her instead since this has sat here for a little while.

Despite the growing heat Faite was determined to throw herself fully into her duties. She was glad she could pick up where Creed left off and was grateful for the opportunity. The extra things to do suited her fine and it gave her free reign to fully do some recruiting and scouting as well as pick up some slack around the pack when Regulus wasn't able to. She was fully enjoying herself and today was no different. She'd been on a border patrol when a familiar howl reached her ears. They'd flick as she recognize it as Varda. She was calling for Regulus, but considering she hadn't seen much of the woman lately she was worried for her. She'd been scarce at best and she wanted to see what was going on. Was she injured? Her voice didn't sound pained in that kind of way, but she supposed she wouldn't know until she got there. So she took off towards the howl and by the time she arrived she realized she'd beaten Regulus. Oh well, maybe he was busy. If he wasn't too buys he'd always show up later. Instead her eyes zeroed in on Varda with a fair amount of worry. Something about her seemed off, but she couldn't quite figure it out. She'd just have to ask. So she stopped not too far away and then sat down. "Hey Varda, I haven't seen you around lately. Are you okay?" Walk, "Talk" Think