Overture Downs It's hard, letting go

He didn’t think she’d actually accept him, a partially disabled wolf dog who hadn’t had any kind of interaction with him other than picking him up when he was down, caring for him with Ruenna while he was out...but she had. And while he couldn’t say that he had exactly sought her out, he hadn’t ever declared her dead. In his natal pack, healers were usually the last to perish; the spirits aided them to longevity because of their shaman works. They were the life givers, or the damners depending on their work. And Liri was saved. If anything, they watched over this she-wolf with very interested eyes, and would pave a way for her because of her craft. And Siqsa believed this wholeheartedly. 

“Thank you, Liri,” the foreign words created his deep voice to land at her paws, should she accept the appreciation. It may have seemed to be for her allowing him to band with her, but it was so much more. 

The Demon wanted to ask her how’d she gotten on, how she had managed to survive the onslaught of winter being sick and all. Her body wasn’t in the least bit of good shape however, and this he figured she would need food and rest. But the last thing you can do is advise a healer what they needed as far as health - so instead, the bowed lupine mix asked her,

”What’s our next move?“