Silvertip Mountain The panic of your dreams keeps you awake

"I am sorry to hear that. My mother died when I was young as well." Niita admitted empathetically, nudging him in an attempt to offer solace. Phocion seemed not to care that his mother died but perhaps that was just his way of speaking.

"I have only met three of the wolves who live here counting you, but I think I get along well with them. I like it here. It has a certain beauty to it." The pale waif shared her thoughts on the place from when she was joining, remembering how she had perceived it to be a dangerous sort of beauty.