Stone Circle Give me your wisdom

Easthollow. His daughter’s pack, where much of his family currently resided.

He was not back north.

Times like these, he wondered about himself greatly. How long until his mind was entirely gone? It was problematic enough when his body started to give out on him but he took comfort in knowing that his mind was still sharp—was then but now no longer. That someday he might forget himself entirely was a terrifying idea to have, and not one he wanted to linger on for long. So, when she spoke, he listened attentively, providing his full attention.

“Being a parent is no easy task, Desna”—he paused, then corrected—“Valette.” Stubborn was the mind, too. “Have you tried speaking with her?” It was a start, at least, however minor.