if you throw me to the wolves
With a terse look on her face, Delah turned at the sound of her name. The Seamstress? The warrior knew of Jiao only distantly; the woman made fine clothes that Delah herself had worn on occasion during rituals and ceremonies that she was forced to attend. She much preferred her training gear to any of the fineries made by the dark-haired woman, but that did not mean she couldn't appreciate her talents.
"Jiao." Delah returned, turning to face her. Reaching out an arm to clasp the woman just below the joint of her elbow, as was a typical warriors' greeting, the war chief tilted her head slightly forward in greeting before releasing the younger woman and crossing her arms. "What can I do for you?"
"Jiao." Delah returned, turning to face her. Reaching out an arm to clasp the woman just below the joint of her elbow, as was a typical warriors' greeting, the war chief tilted her head slightly forward in greeting before releasing the younger woman and crossing her arms. "What can I do for you?"
i'll come back leading the pack
