Hushed Willows A Lone World

if you knew it's meaning you might not think that, praimfaya offers with a soft trill of laughter. it was both fierce sounding ( but perhaps on that praimfaya is biased ) and beautiful ...like all deadly things are. assured, by the lack of scents and the lack of shapes emerging from betwixt the boughs of the whispering willows, praimfaya allows herself to relax. if only a little bit. as a warrior, her guard was never entirely lowered, not even within the safety of her own home.

i am, she affirms at the other woman's inquiry; wondering if this was a recruitment opportunity. i am from a pack a bit south east of here, rivenwood. i co-lead it. she states with a small and slight lift of her chin.