Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

Welcome to the hunt, Kynareth intones, and something in them responds with a resounding roar. Burc’ya takes to the air again with a click of the tongue against ivory, and Simran tilts their face back towards the brindled grandmaster just in time to hear what he says next. They rumble a short laugh, shaking out silvered strands.

I was never cut out to be a leader. I will follow you, alor, back to your lands.

A new path for the beroya. Oya!