Starting fires wherever we go

The silver woman often found herself among the willows. It was where she felt most at home, the swaying branches whispering in the wind, the dappled light filtering through to litter the ground golden, just like her Grandmother’s home, the place she had first learned to heal. It was nothing like the twisted forest where she had been born, dark and oppressive opening out onto the salt scented lagoon, but it was where she felt most at peace. Unburdened of expectation, free from judging eyes, and so when her garden began to overwhelm her, or Sigrun’s questions became too probing, she would claim to be due for a patrol, or looking for a certain herb that she hadn’t yet located in this place and she would set out, tension leaving her shoulders as soon as she crossed the invisible line that marked the end of Armada territory and the beginning of the weeping woods.

She had passed the scent of Sirius and Azure, and a stranger... Though she was yet to meet the other adversary heir, she knew his scent well enough by now. What she hadn’t been expecting was the coppery scent of blood. Her brows drew together questioningly. Surely if there had been an intrusion some sort of alarm would have been raised, and if either of the giant wolves had needed assistance, they would surely seek out Io, so what had happened here?

Sedna had never been a cautious child, so she didn’t stop to think twice before she set off after the wounded wolf. The Archer-Lyall had been quick to accept a place within the Armada ranks, but now that she was rested she was more inclined to question the way things were run. It was all so different to home. At the sound of movement ahead she sent out a low chuff, her head held level with her spine, tail pointed to the ground. She didn’t want to seem imposing.

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