Bramblepoint Sunblind

The mountains, Foxfur thought and turned his pointed snout toward the jutting stone of the distant range with interest. The warrior had never really ventured through many mountains. He had always been intimidated by their dangers, and yet they were a striking feature of any land he had traveled to.

You are glad to be rid of your home, Khenbish? Foxfur inquired only inquisitively.

There was something about this peculiar fellow that struck the warrior as familiar. Perhaps the unfamiliar wilderness around them was just that, a home to runaways.

When Khenbish had spoken of his former home, he did so without malice on his tongue. Still, the words he had shared were concerning. Foxfur knew of the dangers in the outside world. He had known the safety and security of the Starsea, but his travels had made him wise.

Something within him was grateful Khenbish had escaped.