[private] but they just can't prove it

[Aela]

The only sign that Aela senses something from the yearling is a carefully-turned back ear towards the girl. There is something swirling within the girl, primal and wild and strange, but the palomino is so wholly focused on the buckskin pegasus that she can’t discern more. Werewolf looks (and smells) as if he has been rotting at the bottom of the ocean for some time, becoming something so repugnant that even the sea had spat him back out.

But regardless of what Wherewolf has been through, he has returned that razor sharp tongue.

His sister stands reading to duel with him, countering ”Did you think I would stay idle, brother?” She says nothing more, instead choosing to carefully watch the way that his shadows curl around him as he continues to speak, snarling one statement after the other. There is fire that threatens to flick at her heels but Aela keeps it at bay, because despite the stallion’s irate temper, she still needs Wherewolf.

There are only the three of them in Taiga - herself, Obscene, and Cheri - and adding another to their band is one more step forward, one more step to returning to what they lost when the Pampas sank.

Wherewolf’s look of consternation is met with a steady (if not slightly annoyed) expression.

”Taiga,” she says flatly, answering his first question of where he might find shelter and grass. Aela loathes the place, but it is a starting ground for something bigger. In his rather coarse state, she assumes that he could use a place to rest. Aela had little more to commend the place to the bitter brute, but it wasn’t Nerine - the kingdom that his mother once ruled - and that was something that might prove to be in her favor.

It’s the weak threat that finally makes her pale lips press tightly together, fitting against her own temper as well as Wherewolf’s. It was the same demand that Obscene had when she had first come across the former Prince and Cheri, and it irked Aela; why did they seem to think that she, with all her gifts and powers, amounted to nothing more than an overglorified watch-mare?

Aela’s mouth finally turns downwards.

”He’s gone,” she spits out at him, just like Fyr and Obsidio. There is an edge to her voice - the only sign she shows of her spite of the Fates and the way that their plans had spiraled beyond their control - before she regains command of it again. ”But I might have a way to find him,” Aela offers, finally remembering the girl behind her by continuing to position herself between the filly and the water-logged beast before them. "Which I can explain after you've had a bath."