Sunspire Mountains vice city

a slow smile begins to tug its way upon wintersbane's lips as he considers her words and realizes that she's right. how many times have they casually bumped into one another out of nothing but pure coincidence? two? three? seems to be our thing. he rasps in a soft murmur of agreement. 'friends' if he could claim he truly had any of such a thing was about all he had anymore in his life. his family was all gone from these wilds — and though he doesn't know of drageda's fall and malliadh's departure from the wilds he has long since disowned her as blood family ( as was mutual ). her sentiment brings a softer smile to the tundrian's lips yet.

you know what they say: birds of a feather flock together. he quotes with faux gusto at her mention that they are alike.

i've been in seven packs during my time here ...eight if you consider my own failed attempt to start my own, he recollects with a soft breath. i've begun to fear i was cursed. he admits. i think courtfall might finally be the place i settle. for many more reasons than just one. roots might be hard to put down given my own penchant for itchy paws, he uses her own word with a cheeky grin. but maybe i'll surprise myself. he says with a lofty half shrug of his shoulders. perhaps roots have already begun to grow.