Latenna was humming softly to Lobo, stroking his silky fur as the wounded wolf breathed deeply; asleep with his broad head upon her lap. Latenna heard footsteps and lifted her head to gaze upon an approaching Tarnished that drew near, to what was supposed to be their hidden moment of reprieve. Her silbery gaze quickly hardened and she pulled Lobo's head closer, causing the beast to stir slightly within his slumber.

"Foul Tarnished, what do you want? I told the all-hearing brute. That I possess no such medallion. Or have you come to take more from us? You brutes almost took my other half from me..." She whispered bitterly, spouting venom with every word that escaped her. Latenna kept a tight hold upon Lobo's head, afraid her closest companion would be torn from her delicate fingers at any second. She refused to part from his weakened form, and if he were to be taken- then she would be soon to follow.