bend, break.

i know dee's busy atm, so i will post out of turn and have her speak for the both of them:)

it was not long before a figure appeared. it looked not at all like the voice she had heard. the voice had sounded strangled, strange. this was a wolf she imagined boomed instead of yelped. the scarred wolf was more of a creature to anemone than any other, though it was hardly because of his figure or his scar. that, she thought, was something to be discovered. but she was not clairvoyant or all knowing, merely acutely perceptive; she was neutral in most everything, and had never been truly exposed to true evil and so could not identify the word as the presumption occurred to her. it faded and was now an afterthought, for soon the other spoke in a hiss. anemone's eyes flitted to his side for a minute, noting only then the tiny, frail thing there. ah. it was not his voice that anemone imagined as unyielding. it was his body. he was truly a beast, and his gnarled face made him a curious thing. but she did not look for too long, and averted her gaze respectfully at the right time. anemone was not shy in speaking, but lowered herself to the earth, her ears falling backward. her submission was swift in this instance. we would like to join you, she responds, evidently accepting his command. anemone took the helm for dresden, knowing it might be easier and swifter if there was one of them to respond to these questions unless something was specifically requested of her. if her newest companion had anything to say of it, she was sure the pale woman would.