Remorseless

Large amethyst paws pounded against rocky terrain as she ran from the den she shared with Alastor to the infirmary, her emotions slipping from anger to guilt and back again. She hadn't been able to bring herself to punish Irilyth herself for disobeying Alastor's orders even though she knew Alastor wouldn't just let it go. She could see both sides and saw merit in both sides of the argument so she couldn't point all of the blame at either. She had left the punishment in Alastor's paws, but now she knew that had been a mistake. She should have known better, but now it was too late to go back on that decision. She skidded to a stop in front of the infirmary den and the scents of blood and sex were undeniable with Irilyth and Alastor's scents heavily intermingled among them. Her lover was nowhere to be seen and she sighed, her ears flicking back against her head. It wasn't all that difficult to figure out where she would have gone given the situation so even without her scent trail to follow.

Turning, Manea began to trot down through the pine forest toward the lake that dominated the middle of the island. Irilyth's cream and tan form was easy to spot near the edge of the water—along with the blood that she was currently washing from her fur and diluting out into the water around her. With a frown, Manea quietly moved down to the edge of the cool water, stepping in to the lake behind Irilyth and wading out to meet her where she was. Without saying anything, she started helping to scoop water up with her larger paws to pour it over Irilyth's back and neck, washing out her pale coat with gentle paws. "I'm sorry," she said softly as she lightly scrubbed through her fur, combing through it with her claws, while being careful to avoid any wounds she came across.

"Manea" & "Irilyth"