Stone Circle Whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves, we cannot other than an aspen be.

Brynn. He committed the name to memory, glad that he usually could recount names with relative ease. He returned the smile, nodding slowly, "I'd love to join you." He was lucky enough to have been in Easthollow for a long time now (and a few packs before that) so he was more than used to the daily social interaction, even if he was not perfect at it himself. "Where'd you come from, if you don't mind me asking?" He'd never seen her before, perhaps she had an interesting backstory (though he did not want to pressure her into speaking of it, since he was far too aware that not all stories were pleasant.)