Larksong Grotto bitter sweat and circumstance

Marble kept to the man’s side. She even briefly took the lead every so often. The very thought of following this man, or anyone for that matter, irked her.

Up until this point, she had no idea who this stranger could be, but a quick sniff gave her a telling clue. He’s a wolf of the mountain, though she hadn’t seen him wandering around. To be fair, she wasn’t familiar with most of the Sagtannet inhabitants.

The two came across more unfamiliar birds. They were larger than the last, more lanky too. Marble’s eyes lit up, only to dull again as they flew away. Clearly the man was at fault yet again. She shot him another glare before continuing forward.

The girl was starting to believe that this was all in vain. Anything interesting they came across would just be scared off by this fool of a wolf. Perhaps joining him on this walk was a mistake. But there’s a glimmer of hope.

The trees began to clear and revealed a body of water. Nothing to be excited about, had it not been for the group of birds they came across earlier. “Herons,” he called them. Her eyes lit up once more as she crept forward to get a closer look.