Imperfections

After the challenge she had wanted to go race over to Dragon, but some strategic part of her mind said no. She'd already sort of let the cat out of the bag about her having some kind of relationship with the now ex Talis alpha, but she didn't wanna play it up too much in front of the challenger's apparent kin. As everyone departed Iskra had remained and taken stock of the many scents they left behind, memorizing them all so she would recognize them if she met them again in later. Even if she didn't know all those Abraxas wolves by name, now she could identify a large number of them.

When she was finished with her work, Iskra wandered back towards the Castle, following Dragon's scent in hopes of catching up to him. Along the way she thought of Malleus, whose scent she'd caught during her attempt to catalogue them all. Honestly for a while she had forgotten about their deal or whatever. It had slipped her mind along with her intention to talk to Dragon about these odd wolves. Now she supposed he knew all he needed to. Her suspicions had been confirmed too late - these guys were bad news.

When at last she did catch up to him she walked heavily to announce her presence early and came gliding up alongside him, aiming to press her side against his as she crooned, "You fought well, my dear. One almost would not have known you'd never fought blind before, that's pretty impressive." Her words a soft, sweet purr, the red fae hoped she could help him feel a little better. She figured he wouldn't be entirely defeated in spirit despite the loss, but it didn't hurt to make sure, right? Sitting back on her haunches, she let out a soft breath, looking up at the castle as she said, "Dragon, I think we need to do some talking. Nothing bad, I just have... Ideas. And I want to know what you'd like to do next."