Porcupine Ridge i was dared to write this ok

Mid-dimming light, sifting through into the meager cavern;
nevermind the thoughts of eldritch creatures: whatever it was that lurked amongst these ridges, the stricken finally assumed that Andromaque's jurisdiction was as well-meaning  (and logical)  as could be. And so the fée merely nodded, the consent of such a claim at the very forefront of this entire encounter. As the two she-wolves began their return trek to court — the silver could only feel further lifted that the firebrand had again been in her company, in this.