Emberwood prayer of the refugee

he seemed put off by her formality. as she suspected. Heloise did not particularly care, already knowing that many younger wolves would scoff at such a thing. she had been raised in mannerisms and with mannerisms. using honorifics was a part of her life. she was not going to force it upon anyone. "hm" though Roscoe seemed keen to remove himself from such an option. and she would not pressure it. he would ask her where she thought he should go next to move the conversation along.

her eyes would travel away from his face to glance around. she had been to other places so far. not any she knew the names of. only one pack she had dared to visit, to grasp. "the coast is lovely" Heloise's eyes snapped back to him. though 'lovely' was not a good word for it naturally. it was a very harsh location. something she did enjoy, however. "there is a community there called Stormrift." yet the other packs? not on her knowledge.

but you could not swing a dead cat without hitting one of them. "it depends on your personal preference, however" she would go on "where would you like to go?"