Blackfeather Woods The flame of hope

His ears tilted to the strange woman.
The foreigner who'd had a strange turn on their borders, and they'd kept around until she felt well.
However, it seems like the woods had once again cast its magic and however it had drawn her into its clutches, it held on tight still.
His eyes swept her up and down; still no sign of another turn or injury.

"Of course," he beamed back, tail wagging. "There is always space in Ivory Rose. Have you been told our rules?"
He doubted it, but maybe someone had taken the time to talk to the woman and explain.
Though, that was unlikely seeing as they were yet to find a proper medic.