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[Evelyn]

"I'm sure Vahlen would be able to handle himself should the need arise." With the quip dangling in the air, Talia makes her own approach with soft footfalls, leaving a trail of frost behind. She'd arrived only slightly earlier than the other but had been confident all the same that her lady love would find the entrance with ease. Malkyn is still a force to be reckoned with, after all; she's a storm that the white hellhound would gladly bask in whenever she's given the chance.

Overhead, her own feathered companion trills harshly, landing on Talia's antler and giving the vulture a nasty look. Boob has never really liked Vahlen but still possesses some semblance of respect towards the much larger bird, albeit completely begrudging. She gives him a contemptuous look before turning her attention forward--only to be assaulted by the sight of Malkyn, another figure she'd never been too fond of. Talia has always wondered why.

"My dear, I'm glad to see you here," comes Talia's rumbled greeting, easily pushing past the gathered Typhoon members to greet her wife with a smile felt clearly through their shared bond. It's warm and thick without being too overwhelming, only seeping through the cracks and waiting patiently at the middle, waiting to see if Malkyn would reach out and let it flow into her. Such is the nature of their relationship; after years of suffering through terrible tragedy, she knows better than to crowd.

Instead, she turns to stand by her mate, her Alpha, close enough for her presence to be felt but too far, still, to touch--it'll always be Malkyn's decision to breach that distance, if it pleases her.

Her eyes move towards the others, and a ring of gold forms around her irises, glowing bright against the writhing darkness of her black sclerae to signify their shared vision. In that moment, she is an extension of the hellhound to her right. What Talia can see, so can Malkyn.