crusade

Lia stood alert and waiting at the entrance of the cavern. She felt something inside of her relax just a smidge when the shimmering touch of glinted light caught her eye. She knew that shape anywhere. She hadn’t known Vanta long, but she struck a rather unique figure, walking with her own little light show. Well, she supposed if anyone wanted subtly they would be coming to the wrong crowd. Vanta was glinting ice to Lia’s fire, and the smaller wolf stood out more than she would have liked growing up.

When Vanta was close enough to speak, her words caused Lia to chuckle. The imposing figure of the Warlord in her memory wasn’t exactly synonymous to affection in her books. “I found the remains of some bodies, it looked like something angry tore them apart. No skin left on them, but whatever attacked them chipped the bones. The cavern where I was first taken to was empty, but I caught some scents further back in the cave. The entrance to it is easy to miss. I only checked it out because I knew it was there…” She hesitated, remembering why she had been taken down that offshoot many times before. She was unhappy with the memories attached to this place. She wanted to think she was finding her strength, but she had felt eyes watching her as she sniffed out the abandoned slaver post. “That’s the only fresh scent I caught.” she finished, and she hadn’t been brave enough to check it out without Vanta.

WC: 264
total: 602
"Speech"