Silvertip Mountain Echoes of those before

The dark figure materialized out of the gloom and marched straight toward Tempest. A note of fear hit her until she realized the newcomer was female, and smelled slightly like Fitz. "Yes, it's make a great den." she said proudly, if a little uncertainly. What did she mean by that offhand comment? Maybe nothing. "You're one of Fitz's recruits too, aren't you?" she asked her. She was still uncertain to the fae's actions. Who began a meeting with 'Nice cave you got there'? Well, she seemed friendly enough. Tempest pulled herself into a sitting position, her scars sting slightly as she did so.

Soon another wolf appeared, this one with with a friendlier introduction. Tempest smiled. "I'm Tempest. I think I've seen you around the Caladera before, but I don't know your name." Fitz's scent was heavy on this fae, and Tempest guessed she was close to him. "I'm glad to know I'm not lost." she paused before continuing. "Fitz is great. He was so kind after I was attacked." she looked into the eyes of the second fae. "If you're close to him, you're lucky." she smiled again.