Redhawk Caldera bone palace ballet

There’s a lot of rumor around the village she grew up near. The wolves near the circle of royalty didn’t spend a lot of time there. Stragglers and servants kept to the place but she eventually found her niche in part of it. However, she sorts through the stories she’s heard over the years for one that may make the most sense. Her experience with the beasts that built their dens has been minimal at best.
 
Her ears twitch upon her head and she gives him a hum of consideration. “It has been abandoned long before I was even thought of but I remember it flooded a lot, especially in the spring—enough to tear down the dens they built—and I don’t suppose they wanted to come back to it,” she explains with a wrinkle of her nose but an apologetic shrug that she doesn’t have more exciting things to say. “There’s always rumors that circle it. That our family chased them out, or that they had these… things that they could shoot thunder out of, but it all seems kinda, I don’t know—” she shrugs again—“make believe?”