Moonspear when she smiles she draws you in

it is not long before she and the ebony man are joined by another from within moonspear — inquiring rhetorically over her courtesy and mindfulness and about how it's new; which was quipped in turn by the ebony male with a following snipe at how most don't last. during this exchange, praimfaya is silent and watchful barely resisting the urge to puff up in indignation at the hopes that their sniping quips are not about her; and though she cannot help the slight, minuscule puff of her chest there is mention of neighbors aside from them and she eases the worst of her assumptions by following a new assumption that it is these wolves they are speaking of.

the pack presence in the haunted wood has not gravitated beneath her notice. though certainly more immediate than moonspear they were on her list of packs to visit all the same. because it is away from mountains — no offense — she adds quickly. and it is the place my mother decided would be suitable for roangeda. praimfaya supplies the explanation, her gaze flickering between the two. the herds appear to have been spooked by the tremors. there are a few stragglers but ... but she does not think they'll last long. the fen itself has not suffered any lasting damage. we are fortune. as for the territories around it i can not say for sure. but the truth was that praimfaya has already been deeply wounded by the earth tremors even before the official decision to make the ( rather large ) leap of faith with roangeda.