Not today Death

She’d made her way eastward, wanting to get in touch with Theory – mainly to apologize for having flaked on their planned inter-pack festival – carrying an extra set of saddlebags across her back over her armor and the many pouches that went with it.

Winter had reached even here, and the nights where there wasn’t snow had been crunchy and cold with frost even still. It gave her food for thought, wondering what was in store for the wolves of Boreas and Auster. For all that the warmer seasons this year had been practically idyllic, the winter wasn’t quite so pleasant.

A screech brought her eyes up from the examination of a sea shell, and her glowing head lifted, though Ayodele snatched the shell and tucked it into one of the woman’s pouches.

A hawk and a bedraggled male sat before her, the male looking unwell and cranky. Head cocking, she stood for a long breath before padding forward, studying him carefully.

“Are you alright?”

Her voice was gentle, un-threatening and laden with a lilting accent that the long canines she sported only helped to enhance, and gradated sapphire to sky-blue eyes looked him over further. While healing wasn't one of her main skills, she had a decent working knowledge of it, and a medical kit in one of her pouches.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think