sorbet.

The flame was quieted but not extinguished once Stryx identified herself, as the stranger recognized some part of her. Perhaps Lumiya had mentioned her recruitment to those of her inner circle. Warriors did not often frighten Stryx despite how obviously fit they tended to be, with the physician being a smaller, thinner, wiry creature by comparison. Having someone shout at her had startled her but now that the situation was remedied she relaxed somewhat.

I'm Orlaith, guard of Seelie Court. The burly wolf remarked, still alert—or perhaps that was not interest, but a focused sort of superiority. The only other person to don that expression was Donovan. They were very alike at first glance.

It made sense that these wolves would be nervous of the Saints. Even with her repeated dealings with them Stryx had yet to feel comfortable on their land, nor within close proximity to their leader. She was suddenly thankful for their accord.

How many incidents have there been? She asked. While it didn't really interest her that much, Stryx knew by now that letting warriors talk of their latest exploits was the best way to appease them. Have you fought any of them yet? Probably not, Stryx presumed; they seemed so confident in the moment, and their body - after a cursory glance - did not look weathered or damaged to any great extent, which had Stryx doubtful.