<font color=goldenrod>came out swinging</font>

It wasn't really often that she got a day off - well, she often had many but she spent them still toiling away or at leas focusing on the jobs at hand. She'd become rather industrious over the years - determined to complete her jobs and move on to bigger and better ones. Simple, really, and yet few others seemed to do much in that regards. Azrael had a big job coming up or so she suspected; he'd been acting a little differently since Isola had claimed Diveen and it was the only logical explanation she could put to his behavior. Either that or he was worrying over the simple task she'd given him - a task he had not completed. Why did Heyel make her suffer from the ineptitude of others? Ava hadn't completed the job either and the other male that had taken the task was a nobody that was neither Healer nor Assassin. Hell, she might as well do it all herself.

And that's exactly what she was doing. She would find her Demons, grab the information and lure some other wolves into Diveen's ranks. It would be an incredibly productive day spent within the falls and caverns of the Western Crater - a Crater that offered both unaware strangers and, often enough, her list of Demons. It had already been a day spent leaping from stone to stone and avoiding the constant splash of water and holding her lithe frame upright over the slippery rocks. Hardly a difficult task but she, well... well she enjoyed it. Seemingly enough, it was supposed to be a day off - one that she had planned on working through - but now it had actually become more leisure than business.

Across the tops of the rocks she leapt, over and over until she caught the most peculiar sight she'd seen in some time - a wolf beneath the falls, his pelt saturated and sticking awkwardly (an understatement) to his skin. Immediately she stopped, observing him for some moments absolutely perplexed. After some moments of hesitation and consideration, she lightly shrugged her shoulders and leapt to the stones closer to him - she remained tall on her stone throne, her dark pelt utterly untouched by the water's beneath as she watched down. Though her right ear lay flat against her skull, her single white ear flickered forward in mild interest.

"Did you fall into the waters, stranger? Did you hit your head? It's the only viable answer as to why you are absolutely soaked and standing there looking so... so content, yes," she nodded, her brows furrowing in question as she leapt down to a stone closer to him. Once she had a better view of him, she began analyzing over him in search of injury. Why else would he be in the water? He would get cold - not to mention he looked mighty foolish. Dirt, mud - anything - was better than wet.

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