Broken Boulder Thanks for the hospitality

It was not Alarian that stumbled upon Steele, but Lily, admiring the way the midsummer flowers bloomed around Broken Boulder. The contemplative look on his face took her aback, and she tilted her head as she approached, wondering what was the matter. Words still escaped her, but she made it very clear that she was inquiring, not demanding.

Steele had been a welcome presence at the Sanctuary, though she hadn't had the chance to speak to him much, being wrapped up with her own injuries and setbacks. She hoped he was recovering well from his own crisis; it made her sad to think the bear haunted his nightmares just as the river haunted hers. She stood, tail waving slightly to and fro, waiting for him to speak.