Ruined

In Zee's travels away from the Armada's lands a familiar scent drifted towards her on the wind. Her ears perked, head tilting slightly in confusion. What was Io doing out here? Sirius wouldn't be pleased that his new charge was wandering and he was bedridden unable to protect her. Mingled with her scent was the stale smell of blood, and concern flooded into the new queen. She moved quickly towards her Ambassador, finding her sitting in the middle of a plain. "Iolaire." Zee's worried greeting came as she moved closer. Something about their new member seemed sad, and Zee's ears fell back to her skull empathetically. It seemed she wasn't the only wolf dealing with some serious personal issues. "Are you okay?" Her head was still turned from Zee, and as she stepped up alongside the small wolf she craned her neck so she might be able to see her face.