There was a flash of movement from Aubney, she hadn't moved until now, hadn't spoke, and had mainly held her breath. Just watching. Maria's growling didn't faze her, nothing did at this point it seemed. Seeing how Rhythm addressed her she jerked her head over to his direction. "Yes...do you know what these herbs look like? If you, can you go get them." She said with an inhale of the sweet scent of rain. The skies rumbled in protest, rivaling with with the barks and growls that the wolves had amongst each other. The rain had drenched her, so her fur hung on her frame, making her appear smaller. The dark skies made it hard to make out everyone's figure for Aubney. Too her, they all seemed like a bunch of wet, crazed figures running around bickering with each other, as though the rain washed away their sanity, their sense of right and wrong. Yet Aubney felt calm, relieved.
"Fighting is childish." It wasn't really an insult to everyone, more of a observation. Her violet eyes staring blankly before her. They were tired and worn, ears drooping from their perch atop her head. Tail hanging at her hocks. All together she just seemed tired. Tired of the rain, tired of the fighting, tired of everything.
Damn rain.
