Hoshor Plains One Day Life Will Be Kind

Only after the matter did he realize her leg, the injuries, the fatigue that painted her face. It was all redundant, he could only imagine how beautiful she could truly be when at the top of her game when the famine and falling ground didn't afflict her in such a way that it tattered her angelic features.

Ears perked as his own face flashed in a smile when their eyes met for a moment, she quickly faded, but his had remained. He was a disappointment, but he chalked that up to simply being a stranger rather than someone she knew and felt comfortable around. I do. he was happy to respond. 

But as she gestured around her to what would have been an ally's home, his smile faded finally. A sense of dread took that happiness away as he sat just a wolf length away from the lovely woman. A single brow rose as she introduced herself. Ira, the patriarch's daughter? he heard from around the pack but didn't know any details. Someone came asking for you at the border. A young woman named Ibis?