Redhawk Caldera Like a fallen star, or the voice of divine

The dark halfling was already exhausted with this game of mimes with the wolf. Ruenna was trying to be helpful, yes, and that was appreciated. It was just that it was a tiresome thing having to find ways to communicate when Pyramus was not around. Damn that dog, Thisbe thought of him in fury. He’d probably run off and gotten himself killed by the wolves who were not so friendly. It would only serve him right, to leave her out there on her own.

Now, she did not know how she might tell this Redfern that she needed a place to stay, food, a shelter from the elements. Thisbe would do what they desired, anything for a place of peace. The dark wolfdog felt as though she had not slept a full night since they had left the farmer’s lands. She hated that feeling, exhaustion that hung like disease.

When Ruenna offered for her to follow, Thisbe bowed her head and darted forward on agile paws. At the mention of food, the dark halfling perked her ears sharply and flagged her tail.

The Redfern woman might not have been quite so bad.