Totoka River with lips made of glass

A stroll beside the river, a stop for a drink. The flowing water beat against her black lips and she drank, thirsty, energy deprived from leadership, motherhood, the stress of a new enemy nearby. There were many things she had to protect, and many things to protect from- and it weighed heavily on her soul. And so she released a sigh as she pulled up from the water, only to notice another nearby. Pale with dark shadows beneath her eyes and fairly fresh injuries upon her body. Seaglass eyes scoured the figure that stood some yards down the bank, and curiosity pulled her to approach with a gentle chuff. Greetings, stranger. You are hurt? She questions with a cant of her head as she halts some feet away, settling into a seat upon her haunches.