Blacktail Deer Plateau the swelling of broken violins

It wasn't the Blackfeather crew that distressed Armand so, a fact that made immensely happy. If Armand had to crawl across the wilds, emotionally wounded as Dakarai had been physically, Olive would have had no choice to indoctrinate the wolves into her religion of nonviolence. But instead of placid revenge, it seemed that she were to chauffeur him back to her family of forest wolves. “Teaghlaigh would be happy to have you.” Olive was always interested in the idea of expanding Teaghlaigh’s influence, and plus she found that she enjoyed his company. Though miserable, the golden boy was intelligent, passionate and well spoken… perhaps Arturo would like him, just as she.

“I must warn you — you will find no nightmares and or debauchery amongst the family.”  Olive let a wisp of a smile dance across her lips, hinting at the jest inherent in her statement. She wished no to probe fun as his despair, but wanted to excite him at the prospect of safety. He did bring up the idea, after all. “Our forest is a few days travel from here, but… we don’t have to talk.”  If they were to roam across the expanse of the wilds with each other, the last thing she would want to do is disarm his comfortable silence.