Nova Peak gründung

Wylla's grip on Mahler's wrist was firm, but gentle enough to cause no harm. He retreated, pulling her along with him, until she relinquished her hold to snort. Better not've just called me some mean name, she huffed, having learned exactly none of his mother tongue. Phaedra spoke it and it frustrated her to no end to not understand it, but she was a stubborn thing. One language was enough for her, thank you!

She stood and shook out her fur, tutting at the smear of green that tainted her silver hairs. Damn the wet grass. You've gone and got me dirty, she complained, flashing her teeth in a conspiratorial grin. How're you going to make it up to me?