Gyrfalcon's Keep Would you just come home

"For a friend," Wylla emphasized, but both of them knew that was a lie. It wasn't even a good or clever one, and Wylla wasn't making too much of an effort to be convincing, since all Wraen had to do was circle round and she would see the plain truth. Still, the yearling pursed her lips and made at least a half-hearted effort to appear stern in spite of the circumstances.

Wraen's suggestions were both excellent ones, and Wylla favoured the former, if only because the latter demanded patience that she lacked. The vagabond nearly dropped her shoulder to the ground right that moment, but she had the good fortune of actually looking before doing so, and her face twisted in disgust. "Ugh," she exclaimed, prancing several steps away. Rolling the snow was a good idea, but its merit was impacted by the fact that this mountain was covered with almost as much bird crap as snow. "Uh... d'you know where there's any snow that's not... y'know?"