Broken Boulder where the river narrows

Laurel looked visibly relieved when he said that there could be a place for them here, at Rivenwood. It sounded so quaint and picturesque, and so far, despite his funny accent, this Mahler seemed like a right saint; much like Easthollow and Valette had been. This was all in hindsight, of course, that Laurel realised she hadn't appreciated the place enough. Great. That's great — thank you so much, Laurel said with a relieved smile on her face.

Mahler mentioned they were but a small pack, and that he looked forward to children in spring. Laurel hesitated a moment as she glanced at Xan and then looked back at Mahler. Are you expecting any? she asked politely. We... We would like to start a family here, if that's possible. Laurel waited for his response with bated breath. She figured she would look into it later, but here she was, and here he'd asked. She might as well answer and find out right away what her new leader thought of it.