Dragoncrest Cliffs crest

baby edit for shadowpost

Alarian.  He was barely here it seemed, but already he carried important news?  Rosalyn's head shot up from where she'd been curled to grab a quick spot of sleep, and regretfully she uncurled and stretched.  The pack was growing swiftly, swifter than she could have imagined.  Even with the threats on their borders, it was hard for her to regret this move anymore.  The stronghold on the coast felt right in a way the moors had not... permanent, not some transient hold.  Here they could carve themselves into the stones and re-write the histories within.

One more yawn, then she was off, ready to recieve whatever message he bore.  When she arrived she greeted him with a welcoming smile, then drew alongside Erzulie with an affectionate touch.  Alarian.  You called?  It was odd how some males caught this fondness from her as others engendered only spite.  She couldn't place why, but for some reason, her scorn did not reach him.

WC: 160