Jade Fern Grove i love her, can't leave her

ghost post! deleted my original :)

So, the scent had a face. Pygmalion entered from the sidelines in his typical fashion and waltzed toward Lolita. Bhediya wondered what he was doing so far from home but figured that he had also been scouting. Their pack seemed full of adventurous spirits, she thought.

The accent had also found its match, it seemed. After hearing him speak, Bhe was able to place its odd familiarity. Your sister? she asked. Her tail wagged anxiously between her legs. I believe it. To her, all arctic wolves looked the same and these two were no different. It was the odd way that they spoke which sold her on his story.