Cedar Sweep the war has been incited and guess what you're all invited

in an unknowingly similar manner to he, the pallid woman remained oblivious to the bafflement to fall upon her company. dark eyes had shifted up towards the inky sky visible through swaying branches before the look could cross his face and so only had his momentary silence as an indication to his confusion, yet the distance of her own mind rendered the hint useless and it wasn't until speech twisted around a tilted ear that she'd tear her attention back. softly...the uttering is but an exhale in her direction and she clings to the tones of his speech desperately, the contrast of such soft tones to her daggered statements leaves her breathless at the want to both fall into it and run from it. wide, doll like eyes seek his golden gaze even as he drops the contact in a moment of pensive concentration. "rusalka" she echoes in his silence, unfamiliar and foreign to her tongue and yet, perhaps it was a hopeful word...maybe...

her tongue slips forward to run hurriedly over dry lips as her body gathers beneath her; a startling intensity to the look she focuses upon the ghostly brute as he mutters the words she both desired so greatly and yet feared to admit a need for on a whole other level. ears slick back as her gaze falls back to the earth, watching wordlessly as the shadowed pattens at her paws danced along the silver floor with each rustle of the thinning canopy above. the air was sharper, winter did not fear the world's angered shudderings, it would arrive in all its might in fact it could be just the backup the world needed; two bringers of death, they wouldn't stand a chance against it...unless perhaps they stuck together but yet even still....

"not yet" it's spoken with a certainty that does not reach her heart but she cannot help but hold back, she had only gotten separated about a week or so ago...right? she could still find her way home and even if not..her dark nose tilts up towards the map above her, inhaling the cool air deeply. the idea of signing herself away to another pack straight away, although rational, did not appeal to the ghost. perhaps she needed some time to wander. "but when...or if i must find you's, where should i go..rosencrantz?" the words roll softly from her tongue, a side look cast in his direction despite her face remaining upturned towards the sky. considering she was lost, the certainty that she'd find him was amusing in itself but this time she'd remember. if the earth found such a need to knock the memories from her head once again then it would become clear that she truly was marked and if so, joining a pack wouldn't be fair on anyone.