Silver Moraine Dark clouds, dark skies, bad weather

the blood-scent reaches her nose as she approaches, and the shadows of ravens overhead flit across her wrinkled muzzle. before she can say another word, she hears pawsteps behind her and turns to see her daughter with a wordless query, rumbling in her chest.

findh Hælend, she instructs, voice quiet but sharp, insistent. bring him here.

not waiting for a response, she wheels back to Glaukos and gives him a brief whuff. ihh' Avi, she introduces herself, lest he not recognize her through the pain clouding his senses. i'm gonna gehh' you help.

her nostrils twitch and flare, picking up the iron reek of old blood and a faint, putrid smell that hints at something worse. Ashlar needed to get here, and soon.

@Redd - you can enter w/ Ashlar or just PP him with Redd - up to you!