The Wailing One
Banshee allowed herself to relax in his presence. He felt almost as family with his comforting presence. “Coza… Are the others around here nicer or crueler in your eyes?” She asked softly knowing not all would be kind but perhaps a majority would be. She wasn’t sure but he seemed to know much of this place and the people in it. He seemed to be thinking on something well seemed as such but Banshee would not press on his thoughts.

As he spoke of his home she settled in interested. “What of this land Taviora? What is it like?” She asked she would very much like to see all the lands around here but as the winter chill set into her coat she felt more alive than she once had. He had begun to speak on things to do here. She was thinking more of the strange gathering she had been a part of. “Soul? What dose Coza mean by this?” She asked as he has separated it from family she was lost to its meaning.

She smiled as he wagged his tail and offered her a place to stay for a time. “What of the rest of the pack surly they will not be pleased with me there… I would love to see your home if permitted so.” Exclaimed Banshee with joy but settled herself to her calmer nature.

The winter seemed to bring Banshee to life having more comfort with blinding staying free of most others. Coza may be an exception to her usual rule with his kind welcome. She would not impose upon his home or the pack she had no desire for such things but she would like to see it if only for a day. With a glance around she was curious as to how many packs lived in these lands and how they related with one another. Banshee was little for fighting or dispute she found it a waste of energy and health.

She knew little more to say with excitement and slight anxiety for the thoughts of the pack she awaited his response. She wanted to meet several she could be friends with but she would set no hopes. Not all would be as friendly as Coza but certainly she could make a few more good friends as well.