Dragoncrest Cliffs we are the only always

She is waiting. Antumbra watches her from a distance. It would be easier to kill her. Throw her body after the cliffs in warning. They have killed one of their wolves already; a second wouldn’t be more than a blink of the eye. They’ll kill them each time they cross the border, until they’re all gone.

Antumbra straightens herself out and turns to the others and, to no one in particular, she gives her instructions: “Cover her with the deerskin then we’ll walk her out of Hougeda.” The last thing she needs is more insight to their core. The storm and redwoods had been enough of a cover and should Rosalyn not heed their warning, they don’t need any further mapping.