Great Bear Wilderness Heaven can't help you now

they smell like the girl that had attacked her; this praimfaya first notices about the scents of the two women. though they reside in the no-man's land praimfaya nevertheless moves to intercept them before they can move any closer to roangeda's borders. though she thinks she should wait for dacio or @Aleks — the two of whom are never too far from her side — she takes the initiative all the same. admittedly, this was likely her own fault for not going to them sooner as she'd went to moonspear but her plate is full, close to spilling over most days and the other girl's aggression upon being approached for being too close and dirge's warning left praimfaya with an automatic distaste for the wolves on the other side of lake rodney.

the rusalkan crone, finding out who murdered her father ( though if praimfaya hadn't been such a wreck she might've realized it'd been the handiwork of a boar instead of another wolf ), finding isi ...she has other concerns and the run-in with the other whelp aside, their neighbors to the east have been quiet.

the worlida's steps are swift and purposeful as the two women — both dark pelaged — come into her frostbound view. her steps slow, body language loose, bordering on cautious as she studies the pair from the shadows of thick winter foliage for a second. hei tripas, the worlida calls out to them as she steps from the frosted green shade of the evergreen. you are close to roangeda, praimfaya points out, not trusting either of them to be more diplomatic than their toothy whelp. in this, for now, she plays the part of young guardian not quite sure she trusts them to know that she's, though in training, ultimately the one in charge.

two snakes. one garden.

what purpose do you seek with our commander? because, praimfaya assumes, they had to have a purpose.

nanowrimo: 334