DEATHBEDS
06-19-2014, 01:56 AM
She shuffles on her feet, awaiting the other woman's response. When she accepts the deal, and speaks, Roman nods solemnly. "No one should lose a sibling." She says, her voice is soft as Artemis crosses the border. Stepping forward, the queen moves into a fluid trot- then a lope, glancing over her shoulder to see that the pace is fair for the other woman, as she dodges and maneuvers through the trees, towards the small earthy den she calls home. She moves quickly, not wanting to waste any time or delay the other wolf further. A life hangs in the balance, and that isn't something she will toy with. At the mouth of her den, she slides to halt, squeezing inside, she shuffles to the back of it, before she grabs the small bundles of herbs- the last dosage of her own that she had accidentally skipped. Turning, she would squeeze back out of the den, before depositing the bundle before Artemis. "It's not much- but it's a first dosage, and will tell you what herbs you need." She explains breathlessly. Regarding the woman with violet eyes, she lets out a breath. "Go to him. If you should need anything- you know where I am." She says, her voice strong- allowing the other woman to go- without wasting time for thanks and other words. She doesn't imagine the fear of loss. She's experienced it's raw power before- but she hasn't lost a sibling here in Alacritis yet- and she doesn't know what she would do, were she in Artemis's pawsteps- with no one to turn too. Speech, |