I don't think Hela will be back today but Liri's here to meet ya
When the call came, she could not say she had been doing something of extreme importance. They'd settled here to rest for a time before attempting to trek into the mountains as this was likely to be a more treacherous path than the last. The healer, having spent much of her time attending to the needs of their to-be pack and had taken a healthy chunk out of the afternoon to simply bask in the warmth of the sun - dozing until Grezig's howl demanded attention.
Lurching to her feet, the fae padded in the direction of the summons, surprised to see a male at her right hand's side. The healer bristled, mainly because he was so close to where their group had taken up camp and she disliked strangers near the family she considered to be hers. Her tail flagged on sight of the dark man, her gaze challenging as she approached.
Perhaps it was the part of her that had become skilled at recognizing evil for what it was, but the healer was almost immediately put off by the newest wolf to be found by their grouping. Her gaze could not move from him; she could not look at Grezig nor could she speak.
Liri raised cool eyes to him, waiting.
He dips his head and though it takes a moment for either of their words to reach her through the roaring in her ears, reach her they do. The healer gives a tiny shake of her head, no more than a twitch, as if to clear it before a polite smile finds her face. Her stance morphs into something less intense, though still reminiscent of who she is to the other wolves.
"I'm sorry," she tells him firstly, not above apologizing. "You looked rather like someone I knew," she muses and by the way she scans over Corvus's features, it's obvious she's thinking of that someone. Though whether she thinks of the man who defiled her, the captors who tortured her, or the woman who caused her miscarriage is unclear. "I suppose all the travels have gotten to me, put me a bit too far on edge."
She says nothing more on the matter, eyeing him over a bit. He's possibly the best muscle they'll have recruited, excluding possibly Kenkou whose size would be formidable if not for his clumsiness. "If Grezig thinks you should be here, I have an inclination to believe her. She's had yet to lead me astray." There's a touch of pride there, for her right hand. They may not be the closest of friends but perhaps they are something greater - allies or colleagues.
"Welcome," she gives him another smile, more genuine this time, and gestures for the pair to follow her.
The healer was silently relieved that she hadn't seemed to offend anyone overtly with her reaction to Corvus. Both seemed to move on rather quickly and Liri followed suit, smiling at the pleased stammer that fell from Grezig's lips. It occurred to the fae that the stoic woman smiled entirely too little and it was a personal goal to make Grezig's life a little happier.
"I am Liri Blackfoot," she introduced with a small sweep of her snowy head. "My mate is Kavik Tonrar, I'm sure you'll meet him very soon. We have an adopted son," she found herself pausing, finding it odd to think that she again had a son. "Illidan. And a growing number of wolves who have deemed us worthy of following. They seem like amiable folk, I expect you'll fit in fine."
Liri was not entirely sure of this, as they had a rather odd band of followers - a seemingly jumbled group of personalities that either clicked or clashed. At the end of the day, they could only hope there weren't too many clashes.