Blacktail Deer Plateau it was simple, said the fiend

there seemed to have been a physical altercation, and a fair bit of name-calling -- lasher would not condone the former, though he could imagine how well casmir would take to being called a 'baby,' fiercely independent wolf that he strove to be. and yet behati refused to answer outright -- his tactic must be firmed if he wished to learn all of what had transpired -- and so the druid shifted and cleared his throat.

"what happened, behati?" the man asked softly, directly, holding her eyes with his own. "tell me, and i shall see what can be done, if there is any mending possible." while it was a request, lasher knew he must know the details for the greater good, and so fell silent again, awaiting the girl's account.