Dragoncrest Cliffs make like a tree and shelter a bunch of birds

Étoille seems to know the pack she’s talking about, even if she doesn’t remember the name. Her brows bury between her eyes as she tries to remember the beginning of their conversation, however short it may have been, but she hadn’t really thought through all the details she needed. Furi sighs, humming to herself when she gives up and the brute tells her that she’s her friend. “Yes,” she says with a smile. “I like’er a lot,” she adds, this time a little. “What’s the name of it?” she asks, wondering if it might clear up her memory to hear something familiar. Maybe he could go with her sometime, help her make her way there without too much struggle.

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