Bramblepoint clandestine meetings & longing stares

The fen, eh? Draper felt a fleeting sense of protectiveness for his old home, but he reminded himself that it probably wasn't worth fighting over. If an entire pack of wolves had set up shop there, it was really his own fault that it had been lost to them. It wasn't as though he could have held them off if they'd wanted to take it. Still, he did feel a little bit sad that he couldn't come and go freely there any longer.

She mentioned more about the mountain, and Draper shuddered to think what might have happened to anybody who might have been there when it had happened. Those sounds were decidedly not good, and he had no intention of going anywhere near that place for a good long while.

I used to live at the fen, he admitted, so I know a little bit here and there. I travel around quite a bit just for kicks, so don't feel bad about takin' up residence there or anything. It's my own dang fault for being gone too long. Not that he expected she felt particularly bad about it.