closer than together

Iolaire had been out on the plains,  working on her stone cottage when the little owl found her. One silver brow rose in question as the small bird sought her attention. She couldn't quite remember the owls name, but she did know that it belonged to Deathbelle. A summons,  it seemed. "Just a moment,  bird," the healer said.  There were things that needed putting away before she could just up and leave. 

Half an hour later, all of her things were put safely in their places. She pulled the worn leather pack over her neck and nodded to the owl before beginning her trek. The small woman kept up a distance eating lope.  Something that wolves were very good at.

Arriving at Deathbelle's location,  the small,  slightly dusty dame made her way into the rocky palace. Green and gold eyes fell upon the resting form of the speckled empress. And she felt... nothing. Good. 

Padding forward,  Iolaire dipped her head in greeting,  a small smile pulling at blackened lips. "You called?"