turn of events

Resin was more than a little surprised to hear the call of Indigo. She rose from her place beside Tamsyn and their sleeping brood and moved out of the den. Giving her thick coat a shake, she moved off in the direction from where the call came. It didn't take her long to locate the brightly furred form of Indigo, her adopted grandson. "Indigo," the big fae greeted before moving forward and pulling the boy into an embrace. She loved the purple boy just as she loved his siblings. It was good to see him.

Settling back, Resin's haunches folded as she seated herself. The brow above her missing eye arched slightly. "What brings you to The Hallows?" It wasn't that he was unwelcome, the opposite, really. It was simply a surprise. He was the last of them that she would have expected.