the rusted steel

As she approached, one of the blue women's companions brought them a stick. She half expected her to throw it for the wolverine. Instead, she used a knife to cut away any branches or imperfections. The light rose a little further above the horizon, casting a hint of golden light into the Col. Kite screwed up her nose pushing her blindfold a little higher up her forehead - mostly to reassure herself if was still there. 


Turning a little away from the light, the girl with crystals in her eyes trotted closer. Lioness leaned lightly onto a small rock beside the stranger, and curled up. Resting her little head on her paws. Kite's attention however was on the stick the stranger was working on. "Is that for you or the stores?" She asked, wondering if this wolf had been roped into building up the store's weapon collection, which was still lacking after the flood. She didn't bother with introductions or niceties. She would know if she had met this wolf after she spoke, or if the wind turned and brought her scent to her.