The Floodlands The driving force of nature

Spring was the other's name, now confirmed by both her loyal Warlord and the stranger herself. A scarred one she was, much more so than Malice herself. Though Malice supposed her scar across her eye was one to be proud of. It had been given by what she now saw as a good friend, and Burke found her attractive with or without the scar. She refused to sit down, finding a wet butt to sit upon rather uncomfortable, yet her stance was relaxed. She gave "alpha Spring" the respect of not being looked in the eye, but never did she truly bow before her like she'd done so at Lucifer Peak. 

I am Absinthe, Lady of the Isle. It brings me great joy to see both parties have come in peace. She said with a slight smile on her tawny muzzle. She left Aeronwyn to speak for herself, finding it disrespectful of her titel to not let her do her own talking. She had been the one to travel to Silver Creek, she deserved some recognition not only from Malice, but from herself.