Finn nodded toward Marsh, who seated himself near the two. Looking to Ice, her eyes told him she would not mind his presence as well. Looking back to Ash, her light chocolate eyes flickered with interest. "Oh...well, thank you. I'm doing well." Well, at least some of what she was saying was the truth. In all honesty, even standing there and talking made her sore. Her muscles cried for rest, but she ignored the tears they wept. Gaze still upon Ash, she let a coy smile play upon her sleek muzzle. "How are you? Are you ok? Coming this close to River borders, I'm surprised you still have a pelt on your back."
At these words, the silvery-gray woman released a laugh, one that seemed amused. Boy, that would have been a sight. Marsh and Ice would certainly have torn him to bits if he made the wrong move. The scent of the border was heavily within her nostrils, and Finn took a step forth, placing her front paws upon it. She watched Ash to see what he would do. She was out of reach, on the border. The lady did not want to cross it, though, because she was not in the mood to be licked or nuzzled. She was in pain. It was making her miserable, but she did well to hide it.
"If a man knows anything, he ought to die with it in him."