Every day's so caffeinated

Andalusia is Sumayl's sister, after all!

There was something quaint in Vienna's tale that struck a chord with the Ostrega. She had left Ciervo in the lower forests to venture here, only to find Sumayl's scent intertwined with that of a pack's. She hadn't given much thought toward settling permanently in these wilds before she'd found her siblings, but now the question lay bare on her mind. Would they would her to live alongside them, as Vienna and her brother did now? That was a question only answered by them, and if she even wanted to risk finding out was another altogether. It was easier to keep these sentiments to herself, and Andalusia turned her focus to the simpler conversation to divulge in. "I don't think I travelled far enough to reach the isle, but I'll bet it's something great. I'll have to head back that way to find it."

She sensed a beat of hesitation from the smoky woman, but Vienna did not take long to share the reason for her break from adventure. At her words Andalusia found her eyes drawn to the patchy fur along the woman's side, a sign she'd first passed off as a case of bed head, but which she now realized were healing wounds well concealed, permanent reminders of Vienna's narrow escape. "A risk you take with the territory. You're lucky to have gotten out in one piece. I've heard of a few souls who had encounters the same. They didn't have quite your fortune." An uncomfortable grin flicked across her mouth for a moment before she straightened her face, keen to encourage the woman despite her misfortune. "Don't beat yourself up over it. Surviving lets you be wiser next time round."