Dawnlark Plains I'll see what tomorrow brings

Stjor, He would offer her, and though his tone was brusque, there was no irritation, no exasperation that rode beneath. Steeyor, Came second, almost mechanically, as he had grown used to giving a truncated version of his name so the southerners he met could pronounce it.

Down he came from his temporary perch, an ear flickering in her direction at the question she asked. Ja, Came the simple answer, otherwise quiet about those that gathered at Raven's Watch under himself and Solpallur. As Stormhaven Keep had before the Watch, and Tartok before the Keep, the wolves of the Watch were bid to remain mostly silent about their presence and the inner workings of their group.

Instead, he turned the question back to her. You travel long? He asked, glancing her way while the pair moved on to the next patch of rocks and stones, seeking what was possibly not there.