The one and only healer of the pack, and it's Akoko had disappeared in the storm. Quietly she would appear at his hasty call, ignoring it's ragged tempo. "I can scout from above, Walks." Walks or Arrowhead was the lady's pet names of the Olori, and she would waste no time taking her leave, her rubies swathing over the brute, a calming aura coming from her bodice before the militant would surge off, gazing across the Sound to seek the familiar frame of the Armada tempest. She was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she had been lost in the storm. The lass hadn't been too terribly close to the rest of the pack, and if wasn't too sedimental to her, but to her brother, finding Irune meant everything.
