Shadewood The way these things work out,

u good, warp at my post?

Slowly did she begin to understand the more brash nature of Raleska, and perhaps the wariness of her name. Once a pack, but greeted in the form of a wolf. Though she was still a bit intimdated by the wolf that reminded her greatly of her mother, but nontheless a start of perhaps a meeting.

Grímnismál didn't dare ask more, finding the past may be too personal to do. There was also nothing that came to mind- or even dared to speak of.