Nothing's New

The stone that Raka had added to symbolise her meeting with Absinth dangled lightly beside the one of her birth. It was true, she hadn’t gathered nearly as many adventures or stories as she would have liked before meeting the much more worldly Absinth again. But that was okay, she was simply happy to see the face of an old friend.

“As are you, scars are rather dashing you know” She teased, and immediately after found herself rather surprised by an embrace by the older wolf. The pale woman had been more reserved when they had first met. She returned the gesture, a hint of warmth flooding her cheeks as she caught the scent of the other wolf strong in her nostrils. She found it rather to her liking, even with the hint of old blood from the woman's wound.

“I already knew you had a clever tongue. Who have you been trying into knots with the weave of your words now?” she asked, not truly expecting an answer. The black masked wolf had been cryptic last they had met.

"Karaka"