There were days when simply relaxing in the swamps was a blessing. So many had come and so many had gone; it seemed Iromar was a place for visiting and not for staying. Aithne had begun to once more leave Iromar in search of bringing in fresh blood, blood that might be stable and worthy enough to call the marshes home. She did not begrudge the ones that had left because honestly, if they left then did she even need them? No. The ones she had did more than their fair share - well, most of them. Raven had overworked herself into exhaustion and coupled with her illness Aithne had been rather afraid only a season ago that the girl would fade away and die. How investigating such a thing would be for she had grown quite close to the young wolfess. But Sen had come and worked magic and all was well.

Maybe. For she remembers seeing that crazed look in the eyes of Andras. She had stood before him and demanded to know where he was going and he had answered. Then he had pushed past her, slamming into her shoulder with force as he raced away, and she had felt a moment of panic. Should she had chased him down and dragged him by the scruff back? He could very well ruin everything she had begun to build and she had let slip her worry to Ambrosia, if only in a thinly veiled warning. Who knew what the old King was capable of without the chain of his Lillith holding him to sanity?

Beneath the warm sunshine she tries to shake off such words as she moves at a sedate walk, blinking and shaking her head when flies attempt to land near her eyes. Her fur was mostly too thick for mosquitoes to get through yet they managed to find one or two spots along her muzzle and ears to stick their itchy appendages and she growled suddenly at the sharp sting of one before lifting a wide paw and rubbing it down her muzzle, ripping them off with vehemence. They were annoying, pesky things and loved to wait by any water source, so she turns away from the more wet parts of Iromar and moves further inland until she nears the area that was Raven's.

The sun glints of the silky black figure resting atop her favorite rock and Aithne smiles in greeted, her tail lazily sweeping back and forth as she comes near to seat herself at the base of the rock, as she had done before. Emerald eyes spear the girl in a silent demand that she not jump down or rise up, that she remain relaxed where she was. "I think you have found one of the best spots in all of Iromar. The mosquitoes do not seem to care for your spot. I hope you don't mind if I stay here a bit. I am about tired of scraping them off me."