Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

Natshana-Sin, she whispers, a language she decidedly liked but had never had the pleasure of hearing before.  Her flews pull back in a grin, revealing a set of alabaster fangs that glow against her pelt.  What does it mean?

Her tongue falls heavy in her mouth.  When she had spoken of her visions, her spirituality before she had been branded a monster.  But she was led here, surely they would not fail her now. I was drawn here, is the only answer she is willing to give now; the rest depends on how much he pries.