if you throw me to the wolves
Delah stands silent as stone off to the side of Arduinna. Her patience for the wild fae is tenuous at best, and yet the line of respect from warrior to witch has never once been crossed. Still, today she bears a jaguar-fanged smile, her moss-coloured eyes bright with intrigue and excitement.
"Arduinna." She says with a slight nod, though the bulk of her focus is affixed forward, towards those who would enter this tournament against her, and to the few who might prove themselves worthy of her warriors, and her woods.
"Arduinna." She says with a slight nod, though the bulk of her focus is affixed forward, towards those who would enter this tournament against her, and to the few who might prove themselves worthy of her warriors, and her woods.
i'll come back leading the pack
