Let me See!

Vesper was feeling rather bewildered. Though perhaps by now it shouldn't surprise her to see the weirdness of the Armada wolves. She followed along after Ignita. Knowing she was a vaguely important wolf, and having nothing better to do. She was accustomed to feeling helpless, but that didn't mean she liked it. This would probably lead nowhere except to Ignita getting sick, but the thought of Wilder sick in those woods carried her along regardless.


“Uhh… late Winter I think, My Lady.” She said. She'd been rather out of it at the time, and spending so long in her sick bed hadn't helped her sense of time. “What are you… doing, My Lady?”