Ravensblood Forest the seeds of promise

*innocent whistling*

Before deciding to take her trip along the coast, Furiosa spent some time among the sap-slathered trees, catching her bearings and storing energy for the journey. Most of her downtime had been spent in Arturo's company, discussing the inner workings of what was to be The Family, but since dawn she had been on her own, scraping along the borders in further attempt to solidify them. Some hours she felt like they'd never be done.

Coming from the opposite direction, a swathe of red fur drew her lupine stare first, and as she quickly approached with the intent to intercept whatever it was, she noticed Arturo had already come to handle it. Though, judging by his posture, this was one of the wolves already under his stead. Her posture relaxed in the last leg of her approach, coming to stand casually at the Ceannasach's lean shoulder (with a greeting nip placed there) before turning coal eyes on the exquisite— and injured— creature before them. She wasn't a child, so this was either Isley or Palisander; and though it wasn't difficult to guess which, Furiosa greeted huskily, unceremoniously: "so who're you? The Healer or the Hunter?"