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Her cousin was always one to stutter, even if they never talked too much, she only remembered the other as so. That, and the scornful look of other Deorwine's to the 'ugly' Zephrine. Such a mismatch of colors, to the legs and hood, "Perhaps it is the High Elk led us here, for it is similar as so."  The forests here were very similar to Kingslend, even the mountains were like so. Home was so big, and now they resorted to fleeing in such a.. Small, territory.

"I am fine, for it's a blessing to be able to reunite everyone like this." She had a usual speal of the High Elk, even if Célnes wasn't a firm believer of him. She of course held belief as so, but didn't hold as firmly as some. Curses of pelts, and the shame of the mixture, she too held a wariness over, for the doctrine of Deorwine origin was still deep within; but she also at times thought to be a shame.

It was hard in these lands, for not many held the blessed pelt.

"What are you goo at, Zephrine?" If she wanted to be put into some use, the King needed to know if she had specific skillset.

(note; old home was similar to yellowstone and just as big)