I Clam What I Clam

Philomena was still in Auster, though she was getting further from the Risen Empire and knew that her brother would soon be with her again. She had suggested they enter Boreas separately just in case any of the Empire wolves decided to follow after them. Philly didn’t know entirely where they were going to go… somewhere close to their original home though. Their mother was still out there… and probably worried to death about them. Philly let out a light sigh, trying to put on a brave face for now. She had to be strong… the time for mourning would come.

The femme was in the area that bound Boreas and Auster… and, unsurprisingly, she caught the scent of someone. The female perked her ears -- it was a stranger. He bore no scent ties to the Abraxi, nor did he smell of Dragoste…

Philomena continued towards them, and found a most amusing spectacle as a spout of water shot up out of the sand and into the monochrome colored male’s face. It was too great, she couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter at his reaction.

“...and the ground attacks! Mother Earth one, the stranger, zero!” Her words were lighter than she thought they’d be in that situation. Philly strode boldly closer, though non threatening as she looked the male over.

“But in seriousness… you okay?”