Duck Lake hollow ashes

Her tone was flat, uninterested, but he’d answer anyway.  Yes. We’re still trying to find an adequate place to settle. Home is where the elk grazes. Their god would never dine in a forest of ghosts.

Cenric’s question caused her to hesitate, and for a moment he believed he asked too much. Much to his surprise, she answered anyways, and even pointed in the direction of her home.

Easthollow, he repeated, Haven’t heard of that one before. He hadn’t done any research on the packs in the valley. Maybe he’d come back and do so one day. Cenric was a curious man.

Sounds like a pleasant place to stay. The name made it sound like a happy home secluded from the rest of the world.