Eye of the Storm

She would never expect the scent of her Arcus to reach her in Abaven territory. She didn't even know if he ever come here before, often she went out to meet him or they would catch up half way. She titled her head and let her confusion play out across her features as she stood there for a long moment trying to decide if her senses where tricking her. After all, she did him, like a dull, sad ache in her chest that told her she needed to be in his presence herself again, free and light and wonderful.

She decided it was Arcus, not her imagination and immediately made her way towards him. Her mind made a little Ah oh to itself as she realized he had never announced himself at the border. Bass had never liked trespassers, and herself had realized it was bad form. She worried for him, although wondered if perhaps he had met Bass before and gained this permission. Confusion was her number one emotion when she found him, and yet still the grin lit up her face like he was the most amazing sight in her world. “Oh Arcus” she said softly, moving to bury her head in his coat before looking up at him with bright eyes. “Are you alright?” she asked him softly.

"Burn Baby Burn"