A Chance At A New Life

The man was an odd one. That was for sure. Even though she told him that she meant no harm, he still seemed mighty suspicious. His former pack must have abused the hell out of him. She wasn't sure if she felt bad for him or not. Yes, he'd been abused, but he'd let it happen. At least he'd finally had enough sense to leave said pack and strike out on his own.

The man, still not having provided a name, (rude) spoke of his plans. He would travel and learn the land, yadda yadda. Iolaire gave a light shrug. "Look me up while you're shopping for packs." The woman's green and gold eyes continued to move over the area as they had the entire time. With a soft exclamation of, "Ahaaaaa," the woman padded forward. With deft paws, the small wolf snapped off a few bits of greenery and tucked them into her pack. Those would come in handy later. Gaze still continued to roam, taking her to yet another plant now that her position had changed.

She would give her name again as she harvested herbs. "I am Iolaire Akeldama: Ambassador of the Ashen Armada." Shooting the dark man a wink over one silver and obsidian shoulder, she continued. "Remember it." And with that, she was off along the trail, picking up this herb and that. Her eyes were also on the lookout for wheels; anything useful. The long trek back to her lands might as well be worth it.

-Exit Io unless stopped-