Dragoncrest Cliffs I swear I know what I’m doing

A caller on the border. Rosalyn rose but took her time in answering, setting a relaxed pace to intercept. Today was not ideal, but she knew if she wished to remain in leadership that did not make a difference. The haze that settled upon her was thicker some days, harder to pierce and to search for clarity.

She did not need to know herself for this, only them. The wolf she arrived at was a small one, hard to pin down at first glance. That hardly mattered either.

What are you looking for? I am Rosalyn, and this is Sapphique.