Sleepy Fox Hollow maero

Nephele tried her best, but the shadow wasn’t a woman of healing. She was a woman who did her job, did it well enough that she would never have to worry about healing. But now she did.

Now she worried for the shape they’d return in. Her eyes skittered to the distant peaks, then returned to Crowfeather.

Then we go. 

Hopefully not to their own demises.