Whitefish River she's a bad mama jama

It wasn't until having this conversation that Dulce realized how little she knew about Evergreen. For instance, she'd assumed that he'd always been a loner, too; it'd never crossed her mind that he'd had a pack before Kaistleoki.

Your sister? she asked, brows cocked with intrigue. She wondered where said sister might be now, and if she also planned to join their gang. I know a pack in the valley, Dulce continued with a smile as she remembered the kind alabaster child she'd met at their border, Maybe it's the same. Easthollow.

So, you're not a scout. What are you? Evergreen's size hinted at some potential as a mercenary, though she doubted that his disposition would allow it. He was too intimidating to succeed as a counselor, and she'd never seen him collect herbs, as would a caregiver; Dulce's curiousity was suddenly at its peak.