torn butterfly wings

This was more like home, wasn't it? With its over hanging trees, its thick and dangerous foliage. This was what she had grown up with, what she was good at. She moved with a swift delicacy only years of training could provide her, carnation eyes shining through the dappled light as it broke through the trees. This was a place she could call home. All sound was eaten by the trees around her, and it was in the silence that she let certain barriers down. She felt free, jubilant, and she let a rare, real smile pull at her lips. Yet she remained settled in her mission. This was her third and final trip out of the Shrine to look for information, and she wouldn't waste it gallivanting in a forest. Maybe later she'd bring her brother here and they could play a game of tag that they could enjoy when they felt safe enough to let their guard down.

With a deep sigh she breathed in the fog and mist that cloaked the forest, feeling it settle within her fur and cause a shiver up her spine. As she relaxed in the dappled sunlight something rustled through the under growth. Eyes snapped open as the walls quickly snapped back into place, the smile faded and her mask returned in full force. She lowered her head and shifted her shoulders before pushing through the undergrowth as silently as she could, searching for the sound that caused her such anxiety.

She nearly came face to face with the girl, but Ellasyn was able to keep low and hopefully out of sight. She seemed sick...thin, weak..vulnerable. It made Ellasyn quite glad that Adair wasn't here. Vulnerbility most often didn't sit right with her brother. She remained hidden, watching as she staggered through the undergrowth, wondering if whatever the girl had was contagious. She wouldn't allow herself, and by extension her brother, become vulnerable to any sickness that might be sweeping this place. Yet her heart strings tugged, especially when the little thing crumbled and fell, a cry upon her lips. With a gentle sigh Ellasyn stepped forward from the shadows on quiet paws, her eyes shining in the dim light of the forest. "Are you contagious?" She asked in a strong voice, keeping distance between her and the stranger so as to keep herself out of harms way. They could fight their way out of any situation, but germs and diseases were another story. She wanted to help the girl, but she had to know if it was safe to do so. With a quick glance around her she tried to take stock of the undergrowth and what she could use to aid the girl in their immediate vicinity, but it seemed like what she might need was not at their paws. This might have proven to be a challenge.

"Burn Baby Burn"