You Sweet Fool

Ah, there she was. Vervain had just plucked her arrow from the pheasant, cleaned it off and checked it for wear and tear, and was just returning it to her quiver when she heard the soft pad of footsteps. Well... paw steps, she supposed they were. Her blue eyes flicked to the bushes just as the jet black wolf moved out into the open, as wary and wild as any beast of the woodlands. This was no beast, though - this was her little girl. Her little girl who had been lost, and found, and missed and loved. And who had made some very foolish decisions, as of late. Decisions which were not without consequence. Vervain sighed, raking a hand through her unruly curls and nodding to Ashetta. "Come, now," she said gently. "I'm your mother, my sweet girl. Would you at least let me look at your face?" vervain face the wind