She'd left before they'd gotten very far in their catching up, Skoll and Phoenix, that was. The raven lady had been a bit unsettled from the very moment the stranger had mentioned exile. It was easy to put together really, he'd suddenly realized that, what seemed like an old friend, had taken over, which meant that he might stand a chance making the place his home. Phasma, being the cautious creature she now was, didn't at all like the prospect of Phoenix making a sudden decision of that nature. Wasn't she supposed to trust him though? He was not only her Alpha but also a friend as well. What about Gibraltar though? Had she ever been given a reason not to trust him? Certainly not. The raven woman had hidden her thoughts and feelings just long enough to get out of there, now she wasn't even sure if he'd already been accepted or not, but she had to thinking. Thinking was what she'd decided to do in the time of her travels, making the long journey between Storm and the very last place she thought she'd ever find herself, Inferni. The last time she'd been in the land of the coyotes was when Kaena had taken half of her ear as a keepsake and, quite honestly, she never intended to go back. How odd it was, in her mind, that she was now nearing their borders. Unshifted, the onyx lady was cautious as she approached, keeping herself a foot or so away from the markings that separated the coyote lands from neutral lands. She wouldn't make the same mistake of trespassing twice. Pacing in a short path back and forth, Phasma could only wait, knowing that one of the coyotes would soon pick up her scent. |
