Whitebark Stream Fate's Calling (Leila, Slade, Cry)

"Nothing!"

Leila loped from her place within the borders and met the two wolves, her obvious inability to blend in with the night time hours full and obvious with her pale snow colored coat. As she came within the presence of these two, she began with Cry, already her voice tangled with emotions.

"I was healing him! I met him only a little while ago, and we were trying to-"

Leila backpedaled in her words, not knowing how to plead a case with her brother. Mints scuttled back and forth as she fought for words to describe what she and the redwolf had, though she came up empty pawed. What had they had? It was wonderful, but could words really describe it/ She was a friend, and she appreciated every single second that passed within this situation, as it proved not only that he was alive and well, but to the fae it felt as if he had actually searched for her, came back to find where she had gone to.

Minty eyes turned to the pretties of her ex-companion, her tail gently swishing her display of comfort in his presence. Oh how she had missed him, so.