Rotten to Me

It seemed as though both new recruits would find her at once. Oh how the stars aligned sometimes. The leggy male would stumble upon her first. He was an interesting looking creature.  It was obvious that he wasn't quite dog.  Wasn't your standard wolf either. It mattered little to Iolaire.  She was a firm believer that all creatures were special. Plus she had a soft spot for oddlings.

A greeting was given,  followed by an inquiry. Before responding, the minuscule woman sat  up,  gently flicking the water off of her previously submerged toes. It was then that the woman approached. She looked ragged and a little worse for wear. One silver brow arched.  Well... at least she wouldn't have to make introductions twice.  The bloodied woman offered a greeting and Iolaire finally made her own.  "I am Iolaire Akeldama. Ambassador of the Ashen Armada, healer and sister to your warlord, Sirius." Titles were long things. She continued.  "Your names?"

As she waited,  the dainty healer looked over the scratches on the females face.  "You'd best let me treat those before they get infected. Small animal claws are a breeding ground for filth." Her pack was nearby. She had a healing salve within. It would do the trick.