Sleepy Fox Hollow v. i'm loving your light, vulnerable
Private  June 10, 2019, 09:30 PM
Rhælla
Lone Wolves

@Condatis (Edit: vaguely implying that she's hovering around @Llyr (it should be noted that she would not have already met Condatis) 

Embarrassed as the noxborn might be about needing rescue, she was immensely grateful to Llyr for not only saving her but for the patch job imparted upon her ravaged aud as well. It seemed the exiled Queen would retain her ear - thank heavens; for how half-sided she would have become with both an eye and ear taken from her. 

The northerner was a stranger yet though he seemed adrift, uncertain of his next move. Whether he moved on to an established pack or founded one of his own, Rhælla had taken it upon herself to join him in the mountains - albeit discreetly, as if she didn't want to impose. The night wisp reasoned that she could serve him for a time, to pay him back for his chivralous aid and hospitality. Perhaps if a pack were to form Rhælla might pledge herself as his first recruit - an adventurous prospect at the very least. 

Such was how she came to be digging shallow pits, temporary caches for game to be covered with stream gravel. Hunched awkwardly, hugging herself close so as not to disturb her injuries, the dark girl scraped through the loam - kicking up great billows of dust with each pass.
June 11, 2019, 11:13 AM
Condatis
Lone Wolves

Lilvani apparently had plans for him to reunite with his brother. The Crowborn's scent was hard to miss amongst the trails of others and while he wasn't quite ready to cease his explorations he figured it may be nice to catch up on things with a familiar face. Such things didn't happen without a reason and he didn't hear destiny's power so he couldn't know unless he hung around.

This was how he happened to find the she wolf who was definitely not his brother, digging weakly. She looked hurt but healed, another sign that Llyr was somewhere around here. "Here...let me" he said and strode forward, his large paws digging at the dirt in long strokes. "Where is Llyr?" he asked wasting no time in asking about what he had really came for. He lifted black lined azure eyes to study the speckled she wolf expectantly and sniffed at her scent which smelled of herbs, herself and of course his brother.
June 11, 2019, 02:58 PM
Rhælla
Lone Wolves

Star-dusted crown tips ever back and back, just as it must with his towering brother, lilac orb flitting up to seek his features. There is no doubt within that he is kin to her white knight - his coloring alone would have likened him to Llyr. 

"Thank you," she lilts first, ever polite. A side-step, a shift and she was alongside him - digging, though less intensely for fear she might choke him with dust. 

"He comes and goes," the exiled heiress murmured softly, somewhat apologetically for she knew not the exact location of the winterborn - was not a great help to Llyr 's brother. "I don't ask much, it wouldn't do to be irksome."

"I think he hunts, or mayhaps he explores sometimes. Either way, he'll be back, if you want to wait," 
she offers, stopping in her task briefly to send a small smile his way. 

"I could keep you company," she adds after a moment, turning away to shift the growing mound of dirt over the ground with her forepaws. 

Studiously, the earth piled up from digging the storage pits would be levened smooth over the stretch of ground to the side. If it came to pass that they, or even the singular she, were to stay for a time, furrows would be dug and herbal seeds planted.

"Even princesses and she-wolves bleed."
"Common." "Lirean."
June 12, 2019, 12:24 PM
Condatis
Lone Wolves

He wasn't surprised to hear that his brother was off somewhere though he was mildly disappointed. He liked to stay close to his family or at the least check in once in a while and while they hadn't been separated long, he missed them. Nobody here shared his religion, nobody understood the fire that fed his soul and kept him going. "That's alright...I'll find him another time" he responded at her apologetic declaration of not wanting to be a nuisance, a good thing since he knew his brother to be a more stoic, intimidating opposite to his compassionate, hospitable nature. Not to say that he didn't have his moments, he wasn't a saint. He glanced up in time to catch her smile and returned it, his lips curling up slightly though the real smile was in his eyes which glimmered. She offered her company and he swept his gaze over her body, smile becoming coy as he decided that she was quite pretty. "I'd be honored" he replied. He was a ladies man but he wasn't a creep, he didn't flirt blatantly or make sexual comments. "Your fur...it looks like it holds the constellations. Its very beautiful" he said genuinely, eyes lifting again to meet hers as he paused his digging to give her his full attention. He always found at least one thing to compliment on a woman, he found they usually responded kindly to it especially because he was always genuine about it even if he wasn't intending it as flirtation. "Why don't you take a rest though. You're injured" he said gently, his eyes kind.
June 12, 2019, 10:20 PM
Rhælla
Lone Wolves

She grimaced slightly, again bothered that she could not have been more help to the man. Still, she forces it aside - it's not really her fault - and smiles gently at his answer, dark plume sweeping in broad strokes. 

"Thank you," came the words, hushed and docile as her one-eyed gaze falls to the earth. The yearling had oft been compared to the night skies, haled as a beauty since birth. Rhælla knew of her own attractive qualities but held them in conflicting light; with Lucavon, the beauty of the flesh was a curse - the Lady of Veltigar had concluded her appearance to be noxious, drawing unwanted attention. Even now, it's hard to shake those thoughts - that being beautiful only brings pain, lust. 

Her face shone with soft appreciation but she shook her head slightly in defiance. "You are kind ser, but s'not so bad," here she grinned faintly, straightening some to hide the fresh wounds. "I have taken it upon myself to earn my keep, to repay Llyr for his gentlemanly rescue," she explained, muzzle dipping slightly. 

"I would not object to a walk, however, if digging isn't to your liking," the exile offered with a teasing twist of her lips. She rose, reasoning that she could be useful even whilst dawdling with the mountaineer's brother - she could sweep the area for threats, check her fish traps. With a shake of her svelte form, she cast off a great deal of dust, gaze flitting to Condatis in wait.

"Even princesses and she-wolves bleed."
"Common." "Lirean."