Firefly Glen [PHE] Gunnin' out of this place in a bullet's embrace

Mae had been trailing @Akavir, ready to draw up alongside him — until she caught the scent of a woman she didn't know. Of course it was a woman.

A sour expression lingered on her face as she drifted away, heading back toward where she'd left @Cygnet. Or — trying to. There were too many scents here. Mae's tracking skills had certainly improved since the loss of her vision, but even so, she struggled to catch Cygnet's scent among the others.

Ajei bustled about doing her very best to meet and greet. Gather items and furs. It was with surprise and then worry she caught sight of a wolf with a blindness.

She lay her ears to her skull, but then moved forward. Umm hello. I'm Ajei. Are ou having a good time?

Her voice as always kind. Her paws making delicate movements in the dirt.

Having given Akavir the most audible eye roll she could manage, Cygnet left the man feeling that his behaviour might be corrected, and made her way through the mingling wolves (often walking straight through a few mid-conversation) back toward the Swiftcurrent camp where she had last seen Mae. After all, if Akavir was on the prowl, then she was likely bored out of her mind, or so Cygnet thought.

Mae wasn’t alone- or she wouldn’t be, gauging by the direction of the young woman who approached her. She saw the woman’s ears flick back, and a look of what Cygnet assumed was pity came to her face- one that Mae wouldn’t be able to see.

Don’t look at her like that. She criticized, as she moved to Mae’s side.