When The Violence Causes Silence

Ice had fallen from the sky in little round pellets for the better part of the morning much to Ashiel's dismay. He was ready for spring to make itself known to Auster. However, it would seem the spirits that moved and changed the seasons were intent on taking their sweet time. When at last the precipitation had stopped and given way to a cool, cloudy morning Ashiel left his den to pick back up on his patrol. He had several canyon paths to check and as he moved toward the southern path he heard a delicate call cross into his packlands. Ashiel's brow furrowed as the faintest hint of recollection tickled his memory. He felt like he should know this voice but he could conjure neither name nor face to match it.

Moving swiftly to the source of the call he was surprised to find Aranea, the woman he'd met from Dauntless some time back.  He smirked as he trotted over to her. "Well, this is a surprise. Did Dauntless send you?  I must say, you are in a state!  The journey must've been quite hard on you. I hope your daughter is well." Not that he was terribly surprised. She had seemed like a fragile creature even back then. Ashiel wondered how her daughter was doing but he was even more curious as to why Dauntless would send someone to speak with him. Was it to beg for mercy? For alliance to be spared from conquest?  Oh, this would be good… although… she really didn't smell that much like Dauntless anymore.  His eyes narrowed. Something had happened but he waited patiently to hear it from her own lips.

"Talk"