Felltree Marsh the guardian lives in her leaves

Ears twitch upon her head. Even as their presence in the wilds grows, she is still surprised. They have crossed miles and won wars, they’ve left their mark everywhere they go. She knows she’s left certain impressions in certain places and she does not know where the familiarity will take her, especially with no familiarity of the woman in front of her.

She mentions a former allegiance and Antumbra shakes her head. It has been a long time since she met with Arturo and having never seen or heard from the pack again, it is not surprising to remember.

“I do not recall.”

Antumbra takes a breath and dips her head, slightly. “I should get going but I would like to, in the future, meet with Elysium again.” Slowly, she takes a step back so she can turn and go about her way.