Altar of Twilight Get cool, boy

It came then, the mention of Neverwinter and the Archer woman's sour expression did not change. I dont think I'm going back. She then admits for the first time out loud since the time she had been gone from her once home. Things haven't been good in Neverwinter, not for a long time. And in some instances, her lead had not heeded her warnings and it had spelt disaster for all of them because of it. She was an Archer and needed a pack where her voice was heard, where she wasnt just another grunt. Unfortunately, as likely for Mal too, no matter how hard she tried nothing helped the prosperity of the pack. It was cursed, she was certain.

I had told Mal I no longer could stay. We are all unhappy there and I want to be happy. The ranks are few, many missing. I suggested merging with an ally for our survival but... But he wouldnt hear of it, of course. There seems to be no end to the pack's suffering... Some of her felt guilty for not continuing to suffer with them, but she had not laid with Mal as many had and she was not bound by this. She had seen what happened when pups were created on a whim and how the pups suffered.

I doubt anyone will come looking for me.