Don't need your war machine

*Armai* · (This post was last modified: 11-20-2017, 02:35 AM by Shrapnel.)

Everything was so strange lately. The raid was over, but Armai still couldn't shake the on edge feeling that she had. It was like her fight or flight instinct hadn't been turned off since that yearling had threatened her at Celestial's borders. She hadn't even fought in the raid and she just couldn't get her nerves to settle. Mostly she was just worried about the injuries her pack mates had sustained and then the ones who had gone missing. They hadn't been officially announced as missing, but her keen nose had easily picked up on the complete lack of scent of a few of the members that had been at the past few meetings. Had the raid scared them off? She couldn't blame them, but to abandon Talis like that - well she couldn't imagine. Even she was worried about the blow back about the raid, but they were all still alive, and a pack, so she supposed it could have been worse.

She was out past Talis' borders with Nox. She was on edge being out by herself, but her nose and hearing were excellent and she was sure she'd notice danger before it got to her. She wasn't that far from Talis so she was sure she could either make it back to the pack or call someone to help her. Thinking about it now though she was painfully aware how nearly useless she was in a fight. She could heal injuries and illnesses all day long, but she just didn't know enough about self defense to feel comfortable with being out with only Nox. She really needed to talk to Dragon or someone about getting some lessons.

A how drew her from her thoughts and for a brief moment she was vaguely aware of the heavy scent of berries. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent, before she headed towards whoever had howled. Had it been at Talis' borders she could have understood why someone had called, but they were outside pack lands so her curiosity was piqued. Nox trailed behind her and eventually she reached the area where the sound came from. She could pick up the scent of the stranger easily enough, a male, and definitely not a Celestial wolf. A loner maybe? Nox's fur bristled in warning as her companion/s crimson gaze stared down the male. She was protective Armai and her unwavering gaze was warning enough that if this male tried anything he was going to lose a few appendages.

"You sound a bit lonely. Do you mind if I sit?" She was still hesitant, but her healer instincts had already kicked in. Surely someone who sounded that sad didn't have any ill intentions. So far he just seemed like someone who needed some company as that was okay with her.

Walk, "Talk" Think "Nox"

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