The Sunspire Fragile and stripped to the core

She was happy with the work she'd done here. It made a point. Deer might not care, but other canines would likely stop in their tracks. Maybe a few felines as well, if they knew what was good for them. So now with a companion in her patrol, it was time to move along. A final brush of a shoulder against a tree and she walked along, looking to see how previous marks had weathered the storm.

And he was still quiet. A budding guardian, from his nod. She did remember what Valette had said about other warriors appearing in her ranks, Have you been taught how to fight to defend them? Or begun to be, at least. He was older than her daughter, so she hoped so, but she also wasn't sure how Easthollow arranged their own lessons. Perhaps they waited longer. The way Arbiter had presented the question was lightly curious (for her, at least). She was curious not only for her own sake, but because it would be good for Royal to potentially have a better role model than her other two littermates had been. Warlock had problems, and Brou was still a bit of a disaster. And where had Pheiros gone? He'd been the other reliable youngster (not so young now) around.