Boartusk Heights Robots need love too

There was an unmistakeable glint of intrigue in the dark male's eery gaze when she spoke. While there had once been a day when Niamh would have shuddered to think about having to hunt a wolf down, she would deny now that it gave her some satisfaction to see that the male looked as though he appreciated her errand. She nodded, and stood aside, allowing him closer access to the turf where a vague trace of what might have been Ikkuma's scent lingered. However, due to the morning's rain, and the oncoming scent of another rainfall to come, the scent was tired and obscure. 

"Yeh. I don't like deserters." She comfirmed, watching him for reaction to those words. The headwind picked up, and ruffled the fur along the back of her neck again, causing her to scowl slightly. "Though with this storm coming in, it looks like I'm screwed." She said flatly. It would be a fool's errand to continue searching for Ikkuma once the rain started to fall, and she was fairly certain she wouldn't be able to find Ikkuma before then.