This ain't no place for the weary

*Naamah* · 03-18-2017, 04:23 PM

There was a familiar cawing in the air as Naamah looked up to see the bird she had adopted watching her and looking ahead. There was something on her way, but she hadn't yet been able to differentiate between his calls for prey and his calls for wolf. The woman who had given him to her had said he held an unusual appetite, perhaps the calls were one and the same to him. Tilting her head subtly to him, Naamah rounds a bend on her path, her head snaps up when she hears the vocals of another, and her name is said. Someone knew her? The only wolf she had actually given her name to was Amon, and he had told her he would tell his family. Perhaps this woman was part of that family, their faces bore some resemblance, even if their coats were immensely different. "It is. You must be relation with Amon. How do you find Auster?" She wonders if this was a chance meeting, she did remember the woman from her run in with the neon scrap of fur on the Bifrost. There seemed to be no air of confrontation yet, not that Naamah could see anyway, but she was prepared. Lilith was once again silent, waiting perhaps for the signs of aggression to show.

"Naamah" "Lilith" Think / "You." Scroll over for translations.

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