Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

She laughed softly, a little songbird in nature. Regroup. She would almost plead the case that there was no better time than now, but she knew Mahler's position was just as lofty as Wintersbane. She could not steal these men away from their duties for pleasentries and time spent in their company.

I'm flattered you thought to share with me. It would lighten some of her load of setting up her medic den. A stash to add to her own small, but growing, collection.

Then he brought up the hunt and it felt like a nervous butterfly in her chest. She was an extension of Duskfire Glacier here, but she knew her pull was not that of a leader's even if she sat high.

I will make sure to remind Wintersbane. Something close to humor in her voice. Spring seems promising these days, a hunt would be good. A nervous flutter of her tail but all good natured nonetheless.

How are things in Rivenwood?