Blackfeather Woods talia

sorry to keep you waiting

Admittedly, she is later than she would like to be. Her tail curls up into a banner over her back as she arrives. The formerly missing brood of Nona is there and there is a heavy pounding in her chest that this stranger might not mean well. But...he is safe, isn't he? The stranger had not nabbed the boy or torn him to shreds. Perhaps that is already a show of their character. She couldn't let her guard down fully though. For she is the Morta and she had made a promise to protect these woods.

A deep boof slid through her chest and parted through her jaws. Silver gaze briefly looked towards the boy — for she must know he is entirely unharmed by this stranger — before settling on the fiery woman. Welcome. She rumbled the word as she had many times before, one of the only words that came easy to the Morta. Her gaze laid upon the woman expectantly, the silent question clear.

What do you need?