Hushed Willows Would I run off the world someday?

Although she knew what to expect, so far as it had been explained to her, Stryx was not some touchy-feely woman; she eyed each wolf as they paired off and began to clean their partner, and felt a distinct clenching in her gut. Her facial expression probably mirrored what she was feeling in that moment: a brief revulsion, some awkwardness, and then stoicism again. This was some kind of love fest, from what Stryx could tell. What had she entered in to by making her deal with Lumiya? All she could think about now was getting out, but she did not want to disturb their odd little ritual at the same time.

Whether someone approached her or not, she would react the same: drawing away from any proposed washing or contact, a dismissive air about her, maybe even an apologetic glimpse of the eye. Stryx placed her offering of black-eyed susans upon the dirt at her feet and while everyone was distracted with their various tasks, removed herself as quietly as she could.

It would likely come back to bite her in the ass, but Stryx had no intention of becoming part of yet another cult.

[withdraw/exit]