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Absence had been her habit as of late. First it was Deathbelle. Then it was her coyote-bitten face. Then it was a severe wash of melancholy that made her way to keep away, lest others ask about it. Today, however, she made her way back to the Armada's temporary home. She'd been by to check on Sirius' leg and now she was back to check again. Both on his leg, his well being, and the rest of the pack if they were about.

The night was clear and bright, though the moon was but a sliver. The stars shimmered like jewels. The great firepit that Iolaire had insisted upon in the middle of the common area was out, of course. She didn't know if anyone else knew how to make fire. She stopped and took the flint and steel from her pack along with some shreds of cattail. Making sparks, she soon had a decent fire going. The flames danced over the waving grasses. Satisfied, Io continued on her way.

After dropping her pack off in her own temporary den, the tiny wolf made her way towards where her brother made his own.  Ears perked as she neared it, hearing some commotion from inside. She supposed that she shouldn't have been surprised. It was night after all. Of course he was asleep. Io was the only night creature in these parts. Ears flicked forward again as she heard scuffling and growling. Then a sigh was released. He was having another night terror.

A long while back, Iolaire had promised not to get close when he slept. She wouldn't break that promise now. Picking up a nice sized rock. Iolaire got close enough to just see into his den. With a bit of force, she chucked the rock within, aiming to hit him with it and wake him from his uneasy slumber.