Blackfeather Woods summon your inner cersei lannister

The tale of the Issoq was now something she had come to eye roll at, though, her fear of the thing had been completely relevant at the time. She had been but a child -- last year. Never again would she believe any fables, tales, stories or lore that passed by her ears, 9 times out of 10, it was a young boy trying to play a trick on a jumpy woman. With a soft grunt, she confirmed Kove's words, "You're right, we won't," Laughter settled, and so did she, burying herself within the folds of his fur with no intent to move, and with little intention did she have to continue the topic of names and the headache it caused. Names were a fickle thing, a decision based on spontaneity rather than planning. One look at the kid, and she would know. Minutes later after insiting to leave the naming upon the hour of their eventual birth, sleep took over the woman as well as her husband.