Broken Antler Fen she is made of want and rapture

as praimfaya trots out of blodreina's view another — this one an adult — comes into it: a myriad of molted greys and spotted with browns. wary towards strangers, as she's always been, the wanlida lifts herself up and watches the stranger approach her with a clinical expression. she is not near as amiable as her husband nor her daughter ( which will make recruiting a pain in the butt ) but she tries to relax the stiff set of her shoulders all the same. she manages to but it is fractional and she doubts it makes much of a difference.

hello, she returns the greeting in the common tongue. you a wanderer? blodreina asks the other woman conversationally, though the lack of pack scent upon the other woman's pelage confirms as much.