Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

*Iolaire* · 12-01-2019, 04:50 AM

Apparently the cause for alarm was another wolf. Iolaire watched as the silly woman stumbled into a sandy bog. Instantly she began to sink. The small fae wrinkled her nose. Why would you come to a marsh if you didn't know how to traverse a marsh? Io was very well versed in the art of hopping from tussock to tussock. She knew when the ground was trustworthy and when it would give way. Thank her mother for giving birth in a swamp.

Ears flicked forward as the woman called out to her. My, was she a loud one. And demanding... Io had an urge to leave her there. Turn her back and walk away. Ah, but she was an ambassador now. One face of the Ashen Armada. All actions had to reflect well upon the pack and so...

Knowing what the 'danger' was, Iolaire stepped forward, her small frame leaving the comfort of the weeping tree. With a sigh and one silver brow arched, the dainty woman spoke in her soft, accented tones. "My, what a fine mess you've gotten yourself into."

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