Greatwater Lake Empty chairs at empty tables

He got no reaction, and was internally relieved. He could continue to have a civil conversation with her. It helped to soothe his pride to avoid such a topic. It was one of the few weaknesses that he still had, or at least claimed to have.

He was intrigued to hear from a subordinate about the modern Blackfeather Woods. What's it like? He asked, cocking his head. A good pack? She asked of his origins. He decided that she would change her mind if she knew of his true origins. He wasn't sure if she would believe him anyway. He didn't meet the standard for a Melonii, and he wasn't sure if the new Blackfeather Woods wolves actually knew the history of their territory. I'm from west of here. Place called Towton. He had been there.