Girls night out

The band had had some time to settle in, and Ara had made her own little den near a small hot pool. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a good start. And where had Manea gotten to? Her cousin had been looking a little down of late. After losing the fight, and bringing the pack away from the Island she loved, she knew the other woman wasn’t having an easy time of it.

Well, enough mopping! Ara had procured a bottle of boozle, some dried snacks and an idea or two about the entertainment for the evening. The sun had returned to the earth, sickness had lifted, and she knew Manea would win them a pack before they knew it. It was time to have a little fun.

She appeared at the den Manea and co had claimed, letting out a soft chuff at the entrance. “Alastor, you're on babysitting duty, Manea and I are having a girls night” she warned the man as she waited for Manea to emerge.



"Naráca Mendacium"