Hideaway Strath Eventually time moves on...

sorry for the wait on this

Aerin found herself meandering along the cliffside boundaries of the Strath, slender limbs whisking in a brisk trot beneath the warmth of an afternoon sun. As she rounded a bend in the high, stone walls, the midwife's moonlit gaze rose to land upon the midnight silhouette of Whrist. The nymph neither slowed nor stopped, but pressed on towards the shadow -- chin raising just a fraction. 

It was neither arrogance or disdain. The Priestess had simply bowed to enough in her life, submitted and sacrificed for the sake of survival. She would not do it here, now -- not when she had carved such a position for herself amongst this band of warriors.

"Vhrist," the halfling wisped as she padded closer, offering the corvid the slightest nod of greeting. She slowed as she moved to pass, allowing the dark she-wolf the opportunity to stall her with speech if she so desired a conversation.