King Elk Forest put your hand in mine

"You are.. Wren, correct?" Their new Grazer that the King came across on her own patrolling. While normally it was but a stroll through the gardens of the forest, now that those gardens were slowly becoming frosted over, she started to wander to the borders. Now it was but a patrol, and upon this did she surprisingly met the other.

Eyes wandered to the body of the other, all brown as what the Deorwine's so desire. A perfectly blended in outsider, and surely someone that the rest would accept wholeheartedly, unlike those Célnes accepted. It was laughable as she thought so, how her brother not only recruited Sacnite, but Wren as well, while she had gained quite a few unholy to her mixture of power to the throne.

The only thing that presented how she was not their blood, was the deep blue eyes. When her own fire-fly eyes met her gaze, she smiled warmly at the other.