Big Salmon Lake with a pocket of high

Oh thank Sithis, it was a practical wolf. Finally someone who spared the torture of trying for a worthless exchange.

Relaxing a bit more than previously, Cry responded just as abruptly as she did. "A recruiter."

Internally, he revelled at being able to withold his name. It wasn't like it meant anything, but it was something that held weight in a more underground sense of dwelling. He tryied to stay away from the majority of it, though, to remain afloat, to remain...good, to a degree.

"You?"