Hushed Willows we'll make our homes on the water

For timeline's sake, saying this takes place the day after she sends Dante to WBS

The girl had rested till late in the afternoon, her legs soar yet her spirits high. She'd suffered from severe exhaustion and dehydration because of her little stunt, but she was feeling much better now. Though she'd not like to admit it, she was not strong enough to make it to the Empire nor Whitebark Stream, not yet - and their cause couldn't wait. It was therefore she'd sent Dante to find Artyom - surely the man would remember her, even if their meeting had been brief. He had said their wolves lived in peace, and somehow that was enough to convince Lumi they were good and wanted evil gone.

She was still lazing about near the pond in the clearing, staring at her reflection. Her journey had done a number on her, she could see. She looked a bit hollow, like her eyes were further back into her skull than normal. She touched her face with her paws, rubbing her eyes, dipping it in the water... That is when she heard the call. It was an unfamiliar one, and the fae was immediately wary.

With her tail held high and her chin held up, she approached the borders, poking her snout through the curtain of willow branches carefully. What was that copper-like scent... blood? Greetings? She nearly questioned, confused by the visitor whose scent was vaguely familiar, but her face couldn't be placed. Not to mention they looked hurt...