Hushed Willows Choose not a life of imitation

It had been a few days since Izumi returned to the ever ethereal hushed willows, though since her return, she preferred to keep to herself. Nearly a month had passed and Izumi had yet to get the image of Taro's mangled body out her mind. No matter how far she traveled and how many tears she cried, her brother was never coming back. And considering the fact that she had yet to find her sisters, well, there was no doubt that the dulege had claimed their lives as well.

Today was one of the rarer moments where Izu actually decided to leave her den and get some fresh air. The crane's fur, while not matted, was an unkempt flurry of white and black and her eyes reddened from frequent sobbing -- she was an absolute trainwreck; a trainwreck that needed a bath. Anywhere with water was fine since she was thirsty too.

Fujiwara's path and curious inked ears led her to the sound of violent splashing nearby. The fact that it was indeed water was a good thing, but what was going on inside the water is what made the crane particularly nosey. Her head peaked around the corner to find a farmiliar golden pelt being attacked by a flock of water fowl. Was that...Bridget? She was one of the many other wolves Izumi encountered during the dulege -- collecting caches that weren't completely destroyed during the flooding. What was the fae doing out here getting assaulted by birds?

After the birds had flown off, the young crane stepped out of her hiding place and slowly walked over towards the water's edge to check up on the blonde she-wolf. A paw was lifted and her mouth faintly opened as if to say something, but both were retracted. Izu simply stood there akwardly shifting, as if she had something to say but couldn't.