The ivory fae granted him another smile as another newcomer arrived. A thought crossed Sohalia's mind - is everyone in this land mad to be out in this? - before she turned her pleasant expression to the mare. This one was lighter colored than the stallion, with splotches on her pelt covering a heavy build. She seemed to be a bit grumpy as she asked if they needed healing, but perhaps it could be attributed to the nasty weather rather than her everyday personality. "No, I'm relieved to say that I am currently unscathed," she pitched in after the stallion also declined her offer. Magic, she thought warily, remembering her brief and terrifying introduction to such things. How her parents couldn't fly, had no way to flee while they were slaughtered. Her orbs closed for a moment, banishing the memory, then reopened as the stallion turned his questions to her.

He politely introduced himself, and she found herself relaxing; he, too, was a wanderer like her, and in this she found comfort. "My name is Sohalia. I have only just arrived in this land several days ago, but I, too, have no herd association." He seemed to already know the tobiano, and of her travels, which seemed considerably more extensive than Sohalia's. No, that wasn't true - Sohalia had travelled abundantly, just not in this land, yet. Her wings ruffled slightly, and water dripped to the ground; she was beginning to feel a bit overadorned, surrounded as she was by equines - but then she remembered the sleeping dragon, and at once felt a certain kinship with the sleeping winged beast. Bi-colored orbs focused now on - what had he called her? - Fajira. Sohalia had never heard of a bonded, much less a bonded dragon, and she was curious. "Fajira is lovely," she offered, her gaze soft on the little sleeping beauty.

Tearing her eyes away, she once more looked to Tor. She looked well travelled, for sure, and seemed to have had her share of the world. Perhaps this was a similarity that they shared. "You seem to have travelled quite a bit, both of you," a nod to Lace, "and thought I have done my fair share of traveling outside the borders of this land, I have yet to have the chance to explore Helovia. Does it rain like this everywhere?" The fae was half joking - she highly suspected that this was a seasonal storm, but she had to be sure. If this was a constant thing, she was not going to be staying for very long.

First meetings were always so very awkward. She supposed that the timing might have made this one more so; or perhaps it was that she seemed to be the only one who didn't know the others. Perhaps it was the rain or the cold. The fae could sit all night and come up with 'perhapses' but it would do her no good. It was her own fault for coming this way, and her own fault for being a loner for so long. A mental sigh. Everything seemed to be her fault, to be honest. Surely someone could find some way to blame the weather on her.

It must be the storm, she thought. The storm has me thinking this way. A glance skyward as the pair before her finished up their previous matters. No, it didn't seem to be lightening up at all quite yet. Her auds pricked; Tor was speaking to her. At the compliment, Sohalia merely laughed shyly. It had been a while since she'd gotten a compliment, or been soaked to the bone like this. Good-naturedly, she replied, "Well, I don't know about that - and even if it were true, think of how utterly useless I am at the moment!" A slight outstretching of her wings provided rivulets of water, disarray of feathers, and all sorts of general chaos. "I'm not use at all on the ground, and I certainly can't fly in weather like this, unless of course I'd like to dance with the lightning."

She hoped that her words were joking enough; she didn't want to sound conceited or hit on anyone's nerves. Suddenly shy, the winged femme looked once more to the little dragon, who had been moving about a bit before settling once more. The little one's greeting seemed to be as much a hello as an approval, and Sohalia couldn't help but giggle. And now Lace jumped back in. "Oh," she uttered softly, almost to herself. Lace had said he hadn't been here long, but perhaps Tor had; and so Sohalia's next question was directed to the larger fae. "Do the Frostfalls here usually get very cold?"

The stormy night was suddenly tense. It was, at first, a small but growing sensation, an itch that one just couldn't scratch. Auds flicked nervously, catching every sound that stood out from the pouring rain. And yet still she stood calmly, her wings folded carefully along her sides, one rear leg cocked comfortably. Her orbs took in the growing discomfort of her companions, then the rousing of the little dragon. That was the sign that set them all on edge, that the sleeping dragon was preparing to be of use. She itched for her wings to be dry, so that she might use them to retreat; but she supposed that, wet as they were, they would be a heavy blow in a fight. What was out there?

Out of the darkness, a snarl was heard. One wolf appeared, then two, then three. They were scrawny, ribs showing through fur plastered to skin. Their eyes glowed with a desperate hunger, focused on the stallion of the group - odd, seeing as he was the only one who possessed a dragon. Sohalia tossed her head, eyes showing white. Her wings flared, showering those present with icy blasts of water, a display of power as much as fear. Wolves were not something she cared to fight, but they could be no worse than the unicorns that had murdered her entire herd. Or so she hoped. Their eyes warned her to stay away, and though she had confidence in Lace's ability to survive, it would be three against one - two, she remembered, with Fajira. But still, it wasn't in her nature to simply sit back and watch.

The wolves didn't seem to be paying much attention to her, much to her surprise. One lunged for Lace's forelegs, and one for his hindquarters; the third, and the largest, seemed intent of keeping Tor away. Well, was she just not worth the effort? She drew herself up, drawing a deep breath of courage - and then she entered the fray. Closest to the wolf that aimed for Lace's rear, the fae darted forward, stomping hooves into the ground, hoping to frighten the beast away from its target. She'd have to be careful to keep her throat well out of reach, thought their jaws on her legs or wings would be just as damaging.

Her sudden lunge seemed to make at least one of the wolves aware of her presence, and between her attack and Lace's defense, they seemed to become aware of their disadvantage. What could three scrawny, weak wolves do against three full-sized equestrian forms? Three... or two? Sohalia's cranium snapped up, whipping from Lace to the spot where Tor had been a moment before. Her parting words echoed in Sohalia's head for a long moment as the winged fae looked after her in disbelief. But then, some were not made to fight, and it wasn't anything to be ashamed of. Shaking her head, scolding herself for her momentary lapse in attention, she bared her teeth at the retreating wolves, auds flattened against her skull.

They were gone just as quickly as they had appeared, but Sohalia waited several minutes, auds flicking back and forth, before she allowed herself a slight relaxation. Her skin crawled at the close call - it could have easily ended in blood - and she shivered, her wings now soaked anew. This was miserable. Lace and Tor hadn't seemed to know of any good places to wait out the storm, but perhaps if she continued onward, she would just walk out of it. High hopes for such a night, she knew, but even still. Her orbs found Lace's, and she spoke her thoughts. "I believe my time wandering the woods has come to an end. If you'd like to join me, you are welcome, but I'm heading away from those wolves. If not, it was lovely to meet you - both." This last she added in reference to Fajira. And with that, she began a trek in the opposite direction of that which the trio had gone.

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[OOC | Seems like a decent stopping place - perhaps they can meet up again later?]