Barrow Fields Watch the flames climb high into the night

what kind of wolf had ying once been? it seemed that everyone knew her, and while learning about this group of stragglers she’d left behind was comforting, it was equally unsettling to know that she no longer knew any of them. 

ying thought about turning back for the island, but the lack of an excuse for her to give was what kept her planted. sure, she replied, assuming that the woman meant a spar, i think that i have time.

her warrior’s build had been softened by motherhood, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in battle, but thick layers of muscle still rippled beneath her summer coat. ying waited patiently for orlaith to make the first attack, should she have misunderstood the proposition.