Otatso Wetlands 40 nights to sit and listen to that midnight train to memphis

he really ought to have been offended by her apparent lack of emotion toward his troubles, but truthfully. . .aditya was relieved that she did not offer long-winded condolences or cry alongside him. this current crisis of getting her healed was hers, after all; her injury and now this muted reaction did a lot to take his mind off the weight upon his heart.

the question that followed, even more so.

"they are our closest allies," adi responded, happy to be of help for this, at least. "they live to the south, near a circle of stones. it's not too far--i can take you there, when you're able to travel." he wondered what she wanted with easthollow, but he did not pry, just yet. she would tell him in time, if it was information he needed to know. and if it was not. . .

they were barely more than strangers, to each other. whatever personal business she had with any of the wolves of easthollow was certainly not his business to know.