Ravensblood Forest O Brother Where Art Thou?

Hope it’s okay if Olive joins! I’m being incredibly vague about her injuries (from a fight that has yet to conclude), but it’s safe to say that she’s pretty hurt and hobbling around.

 
There was a call at the borders, from a voice unknown to her.  The howl was polite enough to draw the woman from her stony grotto, out from beside the warmth of her husband and fellow convalescent.  Slowly and with a limp she worked her way towards Teaghlaigh’s strongly scented borders. Wounded she was, but still she was able to shuffle about Ravensblood Forest; the sylph was never one to sit still, even when in recovery.  

Olive figured it was not the best idea to be greeting strangers at their borders in such a sorry condition (she was their red herring – wouldn’t a potential enemy see Teaghlaigh as weak if their leadership was both injured and pregnant?) but there was no use belaboring that fact. Sadly, she had been kept from her duties, kept from her family for way longer than had been expected and it was well past time that she started up keeping her and Ceannasach’s deal.

“Hello,” the Red Herring greeted the stranger, limping towards the brute. “You have business with Teaghlaigh?”