05-12-2008, 03:43 PM
She hadn't known what her nephew had done, infact, she hadn't even known he'd returned to the lands.. it had been her damnable luck to run into him on the coast covered in blood. She had been horrified when she'd found out what he'd done and after getting the messed up childlike creature to fall asleep she'd pelted for the coast. She couldn't believe the things he said he'd done and she feared the worse. After seening the damage with her own eyes she'd went to foind Faolin.. but their frayed friendship seemed to be tested everyday and now she'd come back just to make certain she wasn't fooling herself. She trusted Faolin, but she hated to think what was going to happen now.
The Sadira's reason for going to the clan's lands involved nothing of blood thirst or hate. A long time ago before the wars and bloodshed she'd actually found a friend on the coast and oddly enough even with the wounds they'd received the friendship had lasted, battered and bruised. She wasn't going to let go of it now.
Iskata had been strolling along the beach front waiting for Faolin to finally appear. They had said they would try and keep their promises and ties. Both had lost so much and even now they seemed to still want what they'd once had. The silver and gold lady was keeping an eye out for the other members of the clan, though she figured that Faolin had spoken to Gabriel about their renewed friendship she wasn't so certain that the rest of her clan would want to see a wolf on their lands, or even near it.
Shaking the sand from her pelt she sat outside the borders to wait, something didn't seem to sit right with the female and she wasn't about to go tramping into their lands even with an invite. Yawning wide she rolled her shoulders and turned to look towards the sea, the dunes blocked her view, but the cry of the gulls was loud and clear even from this distance. She had enough patience to wait, she just hoped that it was Faolin who found her first.
The Sadira's reason for going to the clan's lands involved nothing of blood thirst or hate. A long time ago before the wars and bloodshed she'd actually found a friend on the coast and oddly enough even with the wounds they'd received the friendship had lasted, battered and bruised. She wasn't going to let go of it now.
Iskata had been strolling along the beach front waiting for Faolin to finally appear. They had said they would try and keep their promises and ties. Both had lost so much and even now they seemed to still want what they'd once had. The silver and gold lady was keeping an eye out for the other members of the clan, though she figured that Faolin had spoken to Gabriel about their renewed friendship she wasn't so certain that the rest of her clan would want to see a wolf on their lands, or even near it.
Shaking the sand from her pelt she sat outside the borders to wait, something didn't seem to sit right with the female and she wasn't about to go tramping into their lands even with an invite. Yawning wide she rolled her shoulders and turned to look towards the sea, the dunes blocked her view, but the cry of the gulls was loud and clear even from this distance. She had enough patience to wait, she just hoped that it was Faolin who found her first.