Bitterroot Valley Good, feeling good,

her older siblings discussed moving on from whitebark, but fréo stayed silent. she was glad to finally have an excuse for moving on, and so allowed them to work out the details; as for her, there was no question.

there came no immediate response from their brother, causing fréo some stress. friede wouldn’t have lied about this, would she? surely, this was too cruel a fib for even her to tell. friede ought to know better. she may be many things, but an apostate is not one.

it was still a possibility. i’d agree with cenric, fréobearn sighed, assuming he is confident in that possibility. she bumped against his side and gave a look of desperation, masked as a demand by her furrowed brow.