without a compass, the soldier knows no disgrace -- joining

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Walking... Presented some challenge.  Especially into the desert.  But little stopped the youth when she felt like wandering.  Padding off on solitary walks had become a habit of hers, especially now with Ry's return to the Typhoon.  With her right hindleg splinted, the petite deer-fox trotted over the sand, hazel hues sparking with a wary curiosity at the sound of overlapping voices. 

The dripping tones of aggression and haughtiness made her frown as she came to a halt.  Atticus.  Sweeny.  A stranger.  One whom Atticus seemed to be challenging.  Aine furrowed her brown, unable to stop from glancing at the ex-Tangler's ears.  He really shouldn't be getting into a fight so soon after taking care of his previous injuries.

Nervously, she shuffled the wings at her sides.  "I-I... Don't think... That's necessary?  N-no one has joined... T-this way?" And she would know... Given how long she'd been within the Pitt.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —