There's no place that's home

Asla had felt a little out of sorts lately. She'd been working nonstop since joining Kotori in Valta. Hunting, defending, running patrols. Work was her middle name. However, in working so hard, it made her feel a little disconnected from the rest of the pack. The blonde woman preferred to do things alone, and so she wasn't often in the company of others. Like this day, the woman was out on her own, following the trail of a deer that she'd wounded. It would be hell to drag it back, but she could always call for Arcturus or Indigo if she needed help.

With her liver colored nose to the ground, Aslatiel followed the spatters of blood that littered the grass here and there. Up ahead, she could see the heaving side of the bleeding ungulate as it lay there dying. The fae's shoulders hunched as she began to rush forward to finish it off, but a scream of frustration rent the air, stopped her in her tracks. The voice hadn't sounded familiar, but she'd also been caught completely by surprise. The lady's galactic gaze moved to the deer, which was now completely still. Hmm... she should probably see if someone needed help.

Turning away from her prey, Aslatiel moved off in the direction of the sound, grey ears perked and listening for any other indicators that she might be nearing her quarry. When she finally came upon the source of the sound, Asla was more than a little surprised. Laying in the grass was a white form, his soft ears pulled back and a look of pure anger and anxiety on his black marked face. Asla's brow furrowed in concern and she wasted no time in stepping forward and into Mojito's space to gently press her forehead against his. "Tell me what's wrong, Mo." Though they'd gone their separate ways, she would always love him and if she could do anything to help him with whatever was bothering him now, she would.

"Asla Indarra"