Porcupine Ridge One Step Closer To The Edge

"Whichever version you feel like giving," he grunted, dropping down a ledge and pausing so that Zephyr might resume his post at his flank before continuing along a path etched safely for travel. "Or keep your story. Either way, your past will not matter in the Vale... unless your past will bring me strife." He passed a meaningful gaze over the subdued wolf, his banner flicking thoughtfully. "Because in that case, I insist you say so."