Crashing down

The vibrantly marked wolf had been in Iele's sights for some time. As the fae stumbled about, knocking into trees and stumbling over her own paws, the chocolate and cream woman followed at a distance. She wasn't sure yet if the other fae was rabid or suffering from some illness, so until she was sure, she would simply follow. And why follow? Something about the smoke dipped fae pulled her in, as though the strings of fate had been tied around both of their throats. Iele could almost see the trail of burning red light stretching between them. The earthen fae came from an old world with old beliefs, so this wasn't as shocking to her as it should have been.

After a particularly bad stumble, Iele finally moved forward. She'd watched long enough and had decided that the woman wasn't rabid. Sick, she may be, but the brown woman would risk sickness. If the other bumped into too many more trees, she was going to take out an eye or something.

"Stand still," low, soothing tones stretched between them. "Let me come to you and keep you safe." El was already moving towards the woman, making sure that she came upon her from the front rather than from behind. It wouldn't do to spook her. As she came face to face with the other woman, El reached out one cream dipped paw, resting it on the darker fae's shoulder to let her know that she was in fact real. "Come with me," she instructed softly before taking a step away. She watched to see if the woman would follow and was there to catch her if she fell.

"Iele"