Arrow Lake first confluence

The call was for Stigmata, but the sylph was the first to answer, her piercing eyes calculating as she openly studied the richly-hued male. Ketzia moved with feline grace—even when unsure of her new home, or where she currently stood in the eyes of her comrades, the she-wolf dwelled little on that and focused at the task at hand—making herself useful.

Her tail arced higher—enough to reveal she was of this land and that he should respect her loyalty to the wolf he called to. As she closed more distance between them, the ivory dove halted a respectful pace between them, her slender muzzle tilted in the man’s directions. “He will be here shortly, I’m sure,” she purred, her tail now flicking idly through the air. “Who are you?”