Hideaway Strath calling to join them the wretched and joyful

The Specialist stopped as the shadeling morphed from the darkness, reminiscent of their first encounter though now they met in the daylight -- the grating, lonely croak of a raven heralding the clash of light and dark as it flew away, as if afraid the two females might burst into combat once more. The once-druid repressed the urge to chuckle, finding it strange that the dark woman was bold enough to randomly attack her but could not summon the strength to look her in the eyes.

"What 'appened?" Aerin asked neutrally, not bothering with pleasantries, as she halted a safe distance from the woman -- where she was less likely to be attacked by an agitated she-wolf, one in heat no less. Her tones were careful, purposefully vague so that it could be implied that she was asking after the reason why Whrist had attacked her or the reason why she had snapped like that.