Northstar Vale drenched Mads, tear in eyes Mads, drinking hard Mads, naked Mads in freeze

The flament, again—
"Well enough,"  the fée wisps, a smile tinged with a caution that is not altogether to discredit the pleasantness she finds of when in the company of Andromaque. Halfsight looks over the simmering hide; thankfully, though, there seems to only be the mud of past harvest and the beginning grime of all the chill to come.

Though she realigns her path to return to the vale and all its hinters, the stricken continues to issue forth other thoughts:  "I would like to make ready an excursion into ze Taiga, soon, when ze premises are more surely secured,"  came the absent musing, wending further down a long-left preytrail.  "If we are not able to bring such food home to us all, then, I propose that we should range out and find it, no?"