The Times They Are A-Changin'

Manea nodded as the blue-hued young man accepted her help, the look in his eyes telling her all she needed to know. She had no idea who these wolves were or their relationship with one another, but all that could be figured out later. She recruited the boy's help to carefully lift the girl onto Alastor's back, knowing that he would be the most physically capable to carry her to the island. "Lets go," she said before hurrying toward the island, keeping an eye on the male and matching her pace to his so that he didn't lag behind while still being careful not to go so fast that the young woman's limbs were jostled badly as they transported her. "What are your names?" she asked of the boy as they went, wanting at least to have a name for the face. As they neared the land bridge that would carry them across to the island, she tossed her head back and called for Irilyth and Ikigai, summoning the pack's healers to the infirmary den. She wasn't sure if they would need both of them or not, but it wouldn't hurt to have an extra set of knowledgeable paws at the ready.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny