Redhawk Caldera There's lessons you learn

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Rowan laughed softly.
He had a rather soft laugh unless something tickled him quite so.
His laugh was often like the passing of wind through a meadow or a brushing of snow through the trees.
"It is rather damp isn't it."
He wondered why it was like this. He just hoped that those shakings weren't a yearly occurrence.

Rowan looked Collision up and down. He really had been through a swamp by the look of him, but looking at himself and he could just about see his creamy white breast was clumped up with his own mud, so whatever.
"I'm Rowan," he replied, "Where'd you come from? I didn't think there were any packs close to here."
The closest one he knew of was his Mother's up the river. And that was some way from here.