Gentle paws padded across the grass that surround the structures here. A few scattered, the white woman walking in between them as she was familiar with being here. She stopped in what seemed like the center and took a seat. Ear would swivel with closed optics as she listened to the birds around and took the cool feeling of late autumn. It wasn't that she was observant, but she enjoyed taking in the feelings of the seasons or weather. She absolutely loved the rain. Some may have found that odd, standing out drenching herself. But who were they to care? She thought of the northern man she met, she thought him a beast at first sight. Although she couldn't understand him, he seemed nice enough through his expressions. He may have seemed as frightened as she was, or even worse. She wondered if all the wolves of the north ran on three legs, but she wasn't too eager to find out. She was fine here with her family and tribe. Walk "Talk" Think

The world was shifting around him, strange scents were starting to creep upon the lands that had once upon a time only been theirs? and to top if of Ojiṣẹ was mysteriously absent, no word had come from her and Istaqa felt himself spiraling into fear. Fear of the northern strangers and fear of just what had happened to their Oracle? His worry for her was strong enough that the usual blank mask he wore was replaced by a clearer view into his nervousness. Topaz eyes flicking from side to side as though ominous figures were bearing down on him, a frown creasing his brow. He moved quickly, chocolate paws carrying him quickly through the familiar lands. Only one thing stopped his frantic marching, a familiar form standing among the crumbling foundations. He hesitated, one paw raised in the air before approaching, slowing his pace considerably. "Anti?" He asked, worry pushing through his voice. "Gbọ mi sọrọ,"

Eyes would open to her nephew, a face of worry on his features. She wasn't too sure what he was worried of, but she was always there to comfort. "Mi ọwọn, Istaqa," a soothing and welcoming voice came from her throat, "Ohun ti iṣoro ti o, ọmọ?" Was he alone? The fae wouldn't leave his gaze to even look. She offered him to come join her, not that she was doing anything exhilarating. But who didn't enjoy taking in the land that was theirs, or the gods of course. A spot back in her mind worried that they had an hourglass ticking time away and one day the lands will flourish with the chaos cravres. But she wouldn't dare speak of such grueling things. Not now at least. For now all was at peace, in her mind that is. As for Istaqa, she was intrigued to know what his worries were.. Walk "Talk" Think