Stone Circle Bitter

The roan woman could do nothing to stop the frown pulling at her lips as the bear before she broke down. Her usually calm and stony features forcefully melted by the broken gaze that trailed to meet her own. Hearing that the attacker was a wolf came as a surprise, whoever it was clearly had no mercy. Why would they crave that kind of destruction? She highly doubted Thistle did anything to provoke the other or deserve her wounds. Even if Thistle had resided in Easthollow for a short time, she was a part of their family and she could not easily forgive nor forget what had been done.

Ira's gaze narrowed as she took in every detail of the description. What evidence suggests he was not alone? How large was he? If there was any time for her skills to prove useful, it was now. She might be a little rusty in combat due to the lack of hostiles near Easthollow, but her muscle memory was still there. She was a fairly large wolf with the stamina to last a war, the only real concern would be if this stranger heavily outweighed her or towered above like her father. Perhaps with some work, she could fix that... a new fire seemed to gleam in her golden orbs, a dark shadow cast in her stare as she pressed her nose briefly to reassure Evergreen once more. Next time, he will not be so fortunate.