The Sword Of Damocles

**That ain't no crime!**

The tower was the perfect place to look out over the territory. Eska did it often, getting a cursory glance at what the world held before she went on patrol. Also, she really just appreciated the view from up there. What she hadn't expected when heading up to the tower was the shuddering form of a wolf in a panic. The monochromatic woman was breathing heavily, her green eyes wide. What had happened to put her in such a state?

Moving forward, the larger fae gave a few soothing hush sounds. Eska didn't know this wolf, but she wouldn't let her suffer through... whatever this was... alone. The silver and obsidian woman met the younger wolf's gaze with her own vibrant golden eyes. "I'm Eska," she spoke softly. "Come sit with me and we'll figure out what's going on, okay?" Since taking Ulric as a mate, Eska had become a bit more motherly. Spending time with his children had seen to that.

Leading the girl to the side of the tower, Eska motioned to a set of furs, hoping that the girl would sit down upon them. Then they could get to the bottom of this.

"Eska"