Neverwinter Forest Water from your broken iris fell toward the floor

But one wolf? If Vallkyrie could have read the woman's mind, she'd of scoffed. She'd of been further enraged. It was true, still, she was but one wolf...but she had also been their Beta. Had been their top Guardian. Had also been deep friends with Mal, whom searched endlessly for her. Who planned a raid to claim her back and risk the lives of all those involved- for her. But one wolf could mean so much to not only a singular wolf but an entire pack. One wolf could make do so much and much Simmik had done and much she had failed to do.

A figure lingered behind Vallkyrie though who she paid little heed to even more so now as Mal came to stand at her side, just as angry, if not more so, as Vallkyrie's self.

A spat quickly begins, Mal commanding that the Saint Leader leave his border so that he could speak to Simmik freely and without prying eyes and ears of a wolf known to be an enemy of the entire region. She objects, her allegiance to the stripped half-breed clearly outweighing that of the man she once called friend and leader. Even so far as to go to an agressive and dominant display over the forest Alpha. Protective of him, in her stance and it is so obviously clear that Simmik was no longer the Beta of Neverwinter they had loved and missed.

The Archer woman says no more. Not yet. After all, it was a conversation needed be said and done between Simmik and Mal and so the huntress would let that be so. Instead her attention lingers predominately on Kynareth, waiting to see how long he could hold back his arrogant, smart-mouth whilst on enemy territory.