Desolation comes upon the sky; Sabra/diplomats.

[Lavendel]

Lavendel

She doesnt wish to be in the forest today. Her heart calls for the field and the homless habitants it sheltered. She longs for the interaction of someone who needed her just as much as they needed her home. Though the woman's plans are dashed when she hears the mare's call echo through the silent woods. 

Immediaetly she had been intriguied, it had been deathly quiet since the arrival of the wolves. Had the call been from Sabra? No. Lavendel would have recognized that voice anywhere. This call was new, strange. It screamed for her or anyone to greet it, and so she went in search of its owner. 

When she comes across the mutilated female Lamb is almost shocked, but she refuses to give this away. A smile graces her pale lips and she comes to a stop not far from where the pale woman stood beneath the autumnal canopy. "Welcome to Sylva, you are?" She smelt of the ocean and Lamb could only assume she came from one of the sea bordering kingdoms. However, that didn't narrow it down very much. "I am Lavendel and I assume you seek something." They all did. Whether it be a shelter or one of the courts it was something. So she waits for the mare to possibly offer up a name or what she has arrived for, her pale eyes wide in wait.

Part of me will always be a part of you