Two Rivers Isle You don't know the half of the abuse

Just as I was listening to that song...welcome!

The wraith stalked the lands of her home, their freshly settled claim growing stronger as the days ticked by. Her gait was one of confidence, in her own home there was no need to sneak or be silent, and so she did not. Idly, she wondered if she should call to one of her packmates for a spar, or a lesson for Shink, but a haunting cry caught her attention instead. She made her way quickly toward the border, curious, catching the scent of Malice as the wind blew it her way. 

The wraith sought out her queen, catching sight of her deep chocolate frame quickly, and made her way to her, long strides taking her guickly through the waters, her pelt soaking as she slipped out of the river like a fish. Her stance, while proud, was not quite as bold as her Lady's. She was not as foolish as to contest Malice, nor did she have any wish to. The queen called out to the stranger, and Aeronwyn fixed her with her stormy gaze, examining the loner and judging her health. She dipped her head in greeting, face impassive.