Cassiopeia's View now i'm wiser than dreams

Her expression softened at his initial question. “Everybody has something to offer,” she told him gently, her quiet voice resolute. It was a notion October wholly trusted; her youthfulness and lack of experience fueled her beliefs and habits of seeing the best in everyone she encountered. Although she was aware she didn’t know much about him, nothing about the wraith had posed any red flags.
 
 
He asked what her pack was like and October smiled, her snowy plume swaying gently against her heels. “It’s a land full of evergreens. It’s quiet, and a little dark most of the time because of all the trees,” she admitted, chuckling softly. “But it’s peaceful. The pack’s a little small, but it’s made up of good wolves.” Neverwinter could surely benefit from taking on a few more members, though.