Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

to her, velen said something that meant more than he probably knew. and as his muzzle reached to brush gently across her cheek, she felt that same, now familiar twist in her chest that she’d felt with ford. what was this? 

warmth flooded to her face, but her expression remained as it was, save for a few blinks of her seafoam eyes. “that means a lot, velen.” the pearl turned to study him carefully, especially as he began to speak again. he told her that maybe it was time to make a new home— to become a new wolf. “that’s what i hoped for when i left— and when i met all of you,” she responded, a little sad, but still hopeful. dalia smiled, finding his own gaze. something good was here on this coast, she was positive.

 


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