A thousand silhouettes

Tagging @Dante and/or @Blue Willow — if you guys have time. I know Lasher is on absence. :X

Blackfeather Woods. The name struck him as familar, but only just. Why he remembered it he couldn't have said why, but the growing suspicion that it was the pack Meldresi had founded began to settle with him. Yet this feeling was stowed away for another time, replaced by the frown that split his stoic expression. She hoped Dante would take someone in? He didn't care for the passiveness at all, as it was becoming clear that the packs and wolves along the fringes of the mountains and flatlands were not to be trusted. His thoughts were no doubt byproduct of leading Ouroboros.

Without a inital response, he tossed his head back and called for aid. Any number could have responded, but he wanted someone with authority. His actions were enough to speak for him; he wasn't comfortable housing someone without approval. As the call faded into the crisp air, he returned his attention to the pair. "It will be better for both of you if you let Dante decide. We may not have enough to feed another mouth, let alone the capacity to heal them." Though he wanted to be firm, he found kindness latching hold. It was not his place to fully pass judgment.