wild women don't get the blues -- Stranger..?

[merlin]

AS OF LATELY IVE BEEN DRINKING TO FILL SOME VICIOUS VOID
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

The sounds of communication and ruckus caused her to leave behind whatever small tasks she was focusing on, the dark lioness padding along gently through the jungle when a scent reached her. Ares. She'd heard what happened, and she felt horrible for the younger woman. Approaching the border, she hopped through some brush too big to pass under, ears swiveling as she heard Ares speak. Looking up to the younger girl, nodding to Kiara, "He doesn't blame you, you know that, right?", she spoke softly, blinking, "He's in town right now, sleeping. He's ... A lot has changed. But he is not upset about the injury, Ares.", she spoke softly, gently.

She wanted the other to know that the one she spoke of couldn't hate her. Hell, this reminded her of the times that her siblings had hurt her in a brawl and hid and cried about it for days. She was never mad at them for it, just as she knew Aesior could never be mad at Ares for what happened. She knew he cared too much about the shifter to be mad for long. "You still have a home here, with us, when you're ready, Ares. He's been searching for you. He wants to find you and talk to you.", she gave a look to Kiara. Should she send the couote to collect Aesior? Or would that just scare Ares away?

AS I DISGUISE IT WITH MY ILLUSIONS OF MODERATION AND CHOICE.
merlin e. gwynne of tanglewood. -- feline shapeshifter.

credit @/teef