[OPEN] run run rebel

ashe I've got a jet black heart And there's a hurricane underneath it it Ashe thought about shifting, to walk beside Celosia and speak with her but... she hadn't seen the fire-haired woman since before Alistair left her. She wasn't sure she had it in her to explain, to tell someone of what she'd done. So she remained at a smooth and padding gait beside her friend, four paws softly sending up scatters of dust into the chill fall air. Her ears perked forward sharply at the mention of gods. She let out a soft and inquisitive bark with bright eyes turning fully up to Cel. She didn't like the gods, then. Or at least the one she had met. Her eyes narrowed and she snuffed before returning her attention to the barrier as they walked on, scanning the world beyond and remaining aware of the magnetic and threatening field. Did it arc upwards toward the sky as well? Surely it did, or an avian attuned would have made it out by now. Did it arc outwards from the spire? Or did it go straight up and up and up, too high to fly over? So many questions... she needed to find herself one of those naturals. The she wolf flashed her eyes up at the woman's question, and she let out a low and unhappy growl, one ear folding back as she glared ahead of them. No. Nothing yet. She had only just begun looking into things, of course, but unknowns were a bit of a tick she didn't like. Her lip feathered in a half snarl before she shook her pelt, glancing up at Celosia. She repeated the same bark she'd made with the mention of gods, and she wondered if the former duchess would understand what she even meant. If not... well, she couldn't exactly expect an original to communicate with a wolf, could she?