Sunspire Mountains oh, he hops with the hippest of them

as he heard her stir inside - followed by a tired, wilted voice calling back to him - stigmata's spine trembled excitedly, and his tail whooshed back and forth as the ember shuffled nearer. "eat," he told her softly, nudging the dead bandit towards the denmouth with an encouraging huff. "when you are more comfortable, we must speak." he looked her over, needing only a passing glance with his well-trained eyes to see the things he had missed of her present form in the black shadows of night.

and even in the incredibly grey lowlight of dawn, she looked worse in the light. a dull campfire on its last burning dregs; and stigmata would see her returned to her former flame if he had anything to say about it.

the wolf circled behind her, reclining into the shrouded cavemouth as he watched her hunch beneath tall, thin shoulderblades to presumably eat. stigmata had been up all night, so he was fairly exhausted, but the furthest he dared to relax was on his stomach, propped on his elbows. for now, his head remained up and on a swivel, peering past piper to tactfully watch their surroundings.