Sleepy Fox Hollow love will tear us apart

So sorry for the delay/low activity from Anna here!

Rose ears swerve in the direction, tail automatically swaying at the tip at the sight of the ash-touched General. Antha is right; Mahler is plagued, by what the red woman is uncertain right now, but the scent of sickness weighs heavy even if he stands proud before her.

Likewise, she starts, Although it seems the Wilds continue to be unkind to you. An arched eyebrow beckons for information.

I return with unfortunate news. She shifts her gaze west, away from the Hollow and the man before her. There is no land untouched by destruction. Everyone has suffered in some way. Beyond the second barrier mountains there are plateaus that overlook the land in the way you dream of, yet they have little prey still left, and there are many rockslides.

A few I’ve spoken to have mentioned being displaced, one particularly from a pack once on the coast called Rusalka.