[Amanaduial the archer]

The wolves sat at Tallins side, watching Belle curiously. The woman had given a small laugh when she saw them go directly to the healers side- strange.
"I thought you said she would be scared. That was why we were skulking in the shadows." Dias voice came reproachfully to Tallins mind.
"I know. Im sorry Dia, and Jet. Shes strange, even for an elf..." She looked up as the elf coughed jokingly and smiled as she returned to the world outside of her mind. Getting up she left the two wolves sitting by the chair. Jet looked around furtively then jumped onto the comfortable chair, but Dia remained in a sulk, watching the elf theyd know forever.
"We're true wolves. We dont skulk."
"Usually." Jet broke in, grinning. Dia turned her head and glared at him then commenced watching Belle.
"Shes a strange two legger. Almost arrogant, almost scared, almost violent...strange."
"Tallin trusts her Dee." He leant down, rubbing her muzzle with his own and she returned the gesture to her mate. "And you trust her dont you?"
"Of course Jet." She stood, watching the elves talk and laugh together. She sniffed and her ears perked up. She had smelt the lingering smell of the kitchens that floated around Faryn. Slyly she looked at her mate. Jet grinned again and nodded; the pair followed the servant to the kitchen, invisible almost in the shadows as she got a new cup.