our new 'home' ?

Sol's eyes squeezed shut reflexively as her muzzle approached, his ears pulling back hard against his skull in a flinch. It was an unnecessary action, as Elysia did not move to strike nor bite, instead nudging them upwards with a a gentle touch. It was the first morsel of actual kindness they'd felt in weeks - and not just the frightening, manipulative sort that had been offered to them in crumbs by their mistress.

They stood as requested, their hesitant relief betrayed by the low, slow wag of their tail. "Yarra brought us." Sol whined. Perhaps this stranger could help them. It was the first shred of hope he'd felt since becoming metaphorically chained to the woman. "She has our mother."

Khonsu cleared his throat. "She has her ashes. Her soul." The interruption was one with two purposes - to silence his sheltered, over-sharing brother, and to clarify that Yarra was not in fact hiding a living breathing wolf somewhere in the polar sound.

He hesitated, chewing thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek. How much could they say safely? Sol may be quick to trust, but Khonsu certainly was not. "And yourself, Elysia? How did you come to join this band of such.. horrible, violent, cruel, uh... interesting characters?"

Sol & Khonsu