Bramblepoint the soul felt its worth

-barges in?-

It was best to keep busy – that, at least, was Allure’s new mantra.

She had checked on Cypress prior to leaving the forest, ensuring him she would return within the day. From there, the black and white Frostfur had crept over the borders for the first time since returning with the news of her father’s death. Nothing could settle the feeling of despair in her heart – but she would do her best to mask her complete failure of the situation at whole.

She heard gentle voices and paused – while once more she might have even considered turning away completely. But the scent of Neverwinter Forest pulled at her nose, and curiously, the girl continued to lope forward, coming upon two she-wolves – one as bright and beautiful as fresh fallen snow, and the other as sleek and dark as a quiet night.

She could only gather the one who held the scent of her pack was October – a girl she was unfamiliar with spare for name alone. Drawing forward, the Frostfur tipped her muzzle with a casual greeting, her aqua eyes falling upon the pine cones gathered at the others paws. “What do you use them for?”