Silvertip Mountain the serpent's words i remember well

Álainn seemed to be coming around to the idea, her deliberation brief. He smiled again, this time warmly as her words danced around the decision of his say so. As if there was really any doubts he would turn her away. With a wave of his tail, he found the words to encourage her along.

"It may take some hard work to foster that," but in reality, they were already putting in the hard work—life outside the presumed security of a proper pack was not without its own set of difficulties. "Follow me," he said at the next beat, picking his pilfered bone and setting off back towards the weald.

no worries, this is equally rocky as i'm low on time today. feel free to conclude your post and chuck álainn into the pledged group though!