the gona has no idea what furi's planning, but when she'd been asked to come along, she'd said yes without a second thought. it's funny how quickly the pair's become basically inseperable given their rocky first meeting, but blix is happy to have a friend - even if she suddenly takes off running and leaves blix in the dust. "hey!" she calls, laughing as she takes off after her long-legged companion with no real intent to catch up.

she catches up after a few moments, panting but not as hard as furi, her face split into a wide grin - and then a scent gets her attention and the readhead turns her head. "who's there?" she asks, not quite calling out as she turns towards the lone figure on the sand.

truthfully, the gona has little patience for outsiders (or rather, a convoluted system of determining which outsiders are okay - anyone who joins drageda, obviously, is no longer an outsider, and the wolves at redhawk caldera are bound to her by blood, so they're okay even though they're outsiders, and so on). something does seem wrong with the skinny little thing, and she watches furi step closer, letting her take the lead.

the scrawny little guy - he looks about their age, she thinks - crawls to his feet and moves back even as he barks at them to stay back. "that a threat?" she asks, thoughts racing to the starving stranger that'd attacked artaax (though obviously this tiny thing poses no threat) as she steps to furi's side, somewhat protectively. "who are you?" the ginger adds, squinting at him suspiciously lest he try to make a move against her or her friend.

furi actually scolds her and blixen's face wrinkles as she steps back too, entirely put out. she doesn't have time to protest before her friend goes and reassures the kid they aren't going to hurt him, giving her another look. what, she mouths, then sighs and grumbles. he does seem very scared and he hasn't made a move toward them yet so reluctantly she relaxes, her expression smoothing into one of guarded neutrality. "yeah," the gona tells him in half-hearted reassurance, "we won't hurt you. promise." so long as you dont make any funny moves towards us, she adds mentally, but doesn't say anything else out loud lest she invoke furi's wrath.

all right, she feels a bit bad for being so defensive towards the clearly-hurting boy. but given what happened to artaax, who can blame her for being a little testy? (furi, apparently). "sorry for snapping before, arrille," blix says, glancing at furi, slightly guiltily. "what happened to you?" she asks - maybe indelicately, but she doesn't really see the point of beating around the bush here.

 she's relieved he seems to relax a little. furi suggests finding him food - blix mutters "yeah," but doesn't start to move yet, waiting for arrille's response to their questions. 

nowhere. 

the gona frowns, and casts a sidelong look to her companion - was furi like this when eske found her? or in the same boat, at least, she can't imagine her friend ever being so brow-beaten. "that sucks," she says, "i'll go - find you some food." blixen is not good at comfort, has no idea what words to offer the hurting lost boy, but she can go grab a vole or something tout suite. she glances at furi once more time, hoping she's better at dealing with this sort of stuff, and darts off to find something for the boy.

blixen returns, a scraggly rabbit hanging between her jaws, in time to catch arrille's thank yous. "y're welcome," she says, muffled around a mouthful of rabbit flesh, and deposits it at his feet. "sorry, it's a little wimpy, but..." the ginger smiles and glances over at furi, pleased with herself for helping and feeling much better about the whole affair. of course, had she been present to hear furi's offer - her promise, really - her expression probably would be a little bit different.

but she hadn't and she didn't and so as far as she's concerned, good deed done. the gona feels a little bit bad at the idea of leaving him out here to fend for himself, but she hopes the meal will perk him up some. glancing at furi, blix waits to see what, if anything, her companion wants to do.

she's pleased that arrille tucks into the meal, but with nothing else to do, just sort of awkwardly sits and looks at furi for guidance. what now? the gona mouths, oblivious to the fact that furi's already offered him a place in drageda (and all the better for it). they can't take him back with them -- blix may have no issue warming up to outsiders once they've earned nomi's approval, but that doesn't mean she can just waltz in with a bunch of stragglers who haven't proven their worth. and, ugh, there's still the potential for that ghost to show up and that's on her, too. she glances at the sickly boy to make sure he's eaten everything but otherwise her gaze remains firmly on her friend, waiting for a sign that they can leave.