Broken Antler Fen fire & smoke

Aldric watches him carefully—observing each movement of the small male as he searches through his memory. Alas, it does not seem to ring any bells at the moment, and Aldric is beginning to question whether he is making a mistake in digging deeper into this. The sisters should be the ones to.

“Silver and grey, patch markings. Short fur. Red eyes.” Floppy ears. Dog. He could go on, describing the qualities of which the sister’s gained from their mother, and what ones differ. Thinking of her brings the gruesome demise of Nesira to mind, but he swallows that sorrow for another day.