SCREAMING AT THE ONES WE LOVE
LIKE WE FORGOT WHO WE CAN TRUST!

/// Retro to tropical storm, hints at the weather though

It had been some time, a few weeks or maybe even a month or two, since the deinonychus had even seen the swamp. It wasn't a strange thing for her, to run away and then wander back toward her old home. The Band of Arrick could survive without a guard dog for now. Her feet halted at the border, and then she sniffed. There was a damp smell to it all, and as she turned her heterochromatic eyes skyward, she barked at the clouds.

Wings shuffled in annoyance and she started to pace along the border, halting for a few seconds before turning. Apprehension pulled at her and begged her to leave the swamp again. But not before making sure people were okay. She let out another bark, then continued to pace.

SCREAMING AT THE ONES WE LOVE
LIKE WE FORGOT WHO WE CAN TRUST!

Kiara's presence made Ares bark again, though she listened to the Coyote. Was she really still a tangler? Did Kiara not know what she did? Words reached for the air and she rumbled.

"No. Hurt Aesior. Tanglers do not hurt other Tanglers." she croaked, fully admitting to the crime she knew she committed."Not Tangler. Not for now." hopefully she could pull herself back together and have some semblance of order to come back. But she did like the Band of Arrick.

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?

SCREAMING AT THE ONES WE LOVE
LIKE WE FORGOT WHO WE CAN TRUST!

The beast took a step back as Merlin approached, Wings flexing as the lioness spoke. Blame. She chittered and looked away, taking in what they continued to say. After a moment, she sighed, and looked back at the two. "I don't know why I came back." The honest truth. Perhaps she was hoping Elsweyr somehow was able to rise from the dead and comfort her. Aurum, Ana, Arrow. Any of them, goddamnit. Just someone from those two years ago.

"I'm mad. I'm upset. I blame myself. I could have stopped myself from ever hurting him in the first place. I could have killed him." Her voice was unnaturally soft, and she huffed. "But hopefully I will get better. It's happened... before." And she'd do better this time. And it was going to take some time. "Let.. Let Aesior know that I'm living with a group called The Band of Arrick. They live a bit north." She wasn't too sure about how the Drotten would react to her openly talking about the group, but she felt comfortable there.