Hideaway Strath Nearly lost

The wind was swirling around her, causing the feathers in her fur to flutter and move as if they were longing to fly away. With a deep inhalation she took in the air, tasted the storm on her tongue just as a howl broke the artificial science.

Ah, The Harbinger. With a flick of her wrist she placed the large wolf skull of their long ago second in command on her own skull. Her jewel toned eyes looking out where there had once been yellow, the spirit manifested instantly to her. The large woman gestured to the quiet young girl they had taken from this life, what felt like so long ago, but all she did was shake her head. Last thing the Medic wanted was to hear those cries around her packmates. A few herbs dangled from her lips as she moved, lavender to help those that might find this storm strrssful.

Other had come, following the summon to a cave opening. A lovely find indeed, with a swish of her high curled tail she dipped her head and moved within. She had heard the warning the hellhound spoke of and she gave him a smile, this might be true but her signs said that might not be the case...