Lost little lamb

She closed her eyes, feeling his embrace through her coat, though Idalia complained from within the folds. She sniffed against the cold as well as the tears and she sighed into him.
She smiled at him then, as he teased her about being herself. She couldn't be anyone else that was for sure!
She nodded and wiped away the wetness on her cheek. "I think I can manage that." She said as she was placed back on her feet. She shook her fur, much to the chagrin of the poor possum pressed between her fur and the hide. The little possum bolted out of the coat for a moment, shook her own thin Auster fur, and dove back in behind Ignita's head inside the hood as the wolf giggled.

She nodded as he led the way, taking a moment to look at the obelisk as she passed by it. She hadn't gotten around to reading it yet but she certainly could make out some of the words on it.

She sighed as she entered the den and tilted her head at him while she shrugged off the winter coat. She wondered if Spider had noticed Bas's absence from the Warlord's suite. When should they tell Spider about them? How would Spider take it?

She turned toward her routine, stoking the fire in the hearth and setting a kettle nearby. She had really made a mess with all... four of them. She wondered if her friendship with Spider was ever going to survive the reveal, or if they had started to guess already. And Hazel... She wondered if they'd see her again.


"Ignita"