Aught and naught, anything and nothing

The singing was what drew her out of the treehouse, pausing to stretch on the deck of the the treehouse, her face mending well thanks to the assistance of Morwenna, she took a moment to consider the little healer. There was something, kinda sad about her sitting down there alone, like those tales of sailors wives, looking out over the cliffs and waiting for their lovers to return. Her spine finally, satisfyingly popped and she swaggered down the stairs, long legs eating up the ground between them. She chuffed a greeting, reaching out to drag teeth through the fluffy fur just behind Morwenna's left ear before she sprawled out on the sand beside her. "Whose ass I gotta kick?" She questioned with a lazy smirk, masking any genuine concern behind her usual bravado.

Deluge had never been one for outward displays of genuine emotion, even where Dread was concerned, the thought that someone might have Morwenna this melancholy awakened something dark and protective, possessive in her chest. If someone had stolen her smile away, there wasn't much Deluge wouldn't destroy to get it back.