Neverwinter Forest they will turn your mouth into a city of curfews

PPing with permission. @Ondine.

The last several days have been nothing but a whirlwind and while she’s able to supplement something to keep her calm, it has taken quite a toll on her. She’d made somewhat of a home within the caldera but she knows she stands out like a sore thumb. The last time she’d been at the rendezvous site is proof enough as one of the children hadn’t liked her presence. It made it easy to decide to never return, to shed the title and what little she has gained in the process. Taking care of @Kitsch had quickly taken most of her attention, with the help of her brother (as reluctant as he may be), but she’d been comfortable for a few days in the heartwood.

Finally, the girl agreed to move and instead of going south where she knows she has a place to call her own, she heads north instead. Perhaps they can find the pack Kitsch had once called home but their way is interrupted as the scent of a pack beckons them closer. An unsteady look is sent toward @Libeccio as he hovers off to the side to be somewhat respectful to the abused girl. She’s been able to tend to the wounds on the back of her neck but the swelling in her sensitive areas have been more challenging, unable to do much without the aid of time and medicine on their side. Not to mention how little Kitsch wants her messing with her.

The scent of wolves is thick enough to force them to stop and the woman turns her head to her brother with a knowing look. He picks up his head and makes the call for he while West focuses on her companion, offering her reassuring words that everything will be all right and she’ll keep her safe.