Sila

i can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

She is right. She knows this, Sila does, and it makes her take pause for a moment as she considers the implication. If things weren't already broken, it meant things could get worst. She hopes it won't be the case but who can say? After all, that was what Viora meant: nobody could say whether it was safe or not or if it would be. She ponders it in silence though she is quick to give the older woman a nod of affirmation - she understands but the words in her mind are lost to the wind.

When she mentions this particular wolf though, Sila cannot help but give out a small hm? of thought as her head tilts and her eyes seek out Viora's. There is something more intense within the other when she speaks of this wolf - liver nose...pale red fur. She commits it to memory though she does not know why. "She has something to do with this, doesn't she?" She half asks the question to herself, wondering just how deep this stranger's involvement could go. "I will reach out to see if I can find anything out. My brother is our scout - he might have seen her." Yet, she cannot help but think it would be better for them all if he has not.

Viora's harshness is sudden though and yet, Sila does not recoil. Though she wishes to, she is a fast learner and she knows to do otherwise. Instead, she takes the harshness of the womna's words graciously with a grin - after all, once her tone was put aside, her words meant something quite...special, Sila things. It was a rare thing to meet somebody so passionate about caring. It makes her grin a toothy one though she hides it somewhat, not wanting to offend lest Viora believe her to find it amusing. It is sweet. How strange to think of Viora as sweet!

"Consider it done, Viora. I will be your eyes and ears if it means keeping others safe -" she pauses then, and her eyes roam momentarily to Viora's abdomen. She is, after all, a healer. She knows the scent and signs well, a learned skill from her mother come each winter and spring. She grins, mostly to herself, before she continues. "And if you ever need help yourself - or for any you care for - I will do what I can to extend my aid to them. You have done me a favor today, after all. I feel safer knowing there are still those that intend to keep watch and take action." Though the violence of such actions makes her stomach knot, she understands now that at least such violence comes not from a place of hate (not entirely, at least) but rather, a place of care. It is a strange thought, not one she has entertained before, but suddenly she must.