Invitation and Surprise

Meadow was her usual, bubbly self. She could see the enthusiasm wearing on the Warlord. A slight grin tugged at the corners of the scarred woman's maw. If her positive demeanor bothered him, he could say something about it. It wouldn't change who Meadow was and would most likely only make her feel bad for a moment, but he could try. Meadow was too pure for the world that they lived in. Her enthusiasm would not be bridled for long.

As Iolaire sank into the embrace, she noted the wounds upon her chest and neck. She was questioned and the one-eyed dame gave a shrug of dismissal. "The price was worth his death." She would wear the scars with pride, as she did all of her others. These ones would be a reminder that the tyrant, the murderer of her children, was gone. "He is gone. The rest of his minions either followed him in death or dispersed. You needn't carry that worry anymore." She had done her duty. She always did her duty.

The invitation was given, sort of. Iolaire didn't seem very certain just what sort of invitation she was giving, and so Resin looked to Sirius where he rested near his cat. The ash and onyx woman wasn't one to follow. She was a solitary creature by habit. Pack life didn't suit her. If Iolaire believed that the pack needed her, however... she might be able to deal with it for a time.