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ooc: Continuing my mission to get TAO’s character right .....
KayLisa Graywolf
She acts swiftly and soon the pack is safely placed within the circle of megaliths, a band of protective runes providing further assurance of safety for her wolves. She stiffens. There is a shifting in the monotone of the howls, as if some portion of the pack were breaking away. * That fewer now are rushing after her is bitter comfort, for this fact means others are now destined to die and she is powerless to prevent this. She reaches into the pouch at her belt, withdrawing a handful of herbs. Stopping herself, she returns the herbs to the pouch. There must be another way .......
...... She smiles looking skyward. The first time she faced these creatures unexpected help from the skies bought her the time required to save herself – the owl, Whisper. For some reason the owl moved without difficulty in the presence of the banewolves. It is a desperate idea .......
She takes the feather given her by the young woman into her ungloved hand. Crushing a bit of dry fennel over it she softly intones a chant. Her body sways in time with her singing and the notes of her voice drift outward into the darkening night. Her call is augmented by the power of the sacred grove and is not a thing to be ignored.
* This is the group of wolves that attacked the One-Eyed Wolf.
ooc: The druid summons an owl. Plaxica, that means you.
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