Lost Creek Hollow of the men

in the realm of not being close to anyone, praimfaya can understand. she cannot say that she is particularly close to anyone despite calling the wolves of rivenwood her kru — which was, essentially, family. when he tells her that those he had hoped to form a bond with had left him, the commander feels her lips tug down in a soft, terse frown. i am sorry to hear that. though she hopes it does not sound like a false platitude. she is sorry and finds it easy to sympathize though she wonders if wolves choosing to leave you is worse than death; to her it almost seems like it might be.

do you intend to stay with us, then? praimfaya inquires; ears cupping forth with curiosity that she is careful to ensure does not hinder too close to the line of prying.

when her question is answered the two converse for a short time before eventually parting ways; praimfaya driven by the new and churning instincts within her.