Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

On and off, Rosalyn's dreams had been troubled. Sleep broken by nightmares on some days left her moodier than usual, but fortunately, last night she had slept without issue. It had been a long series of months for all and, as warmth dwindled, Rosalyn felt a dread set in for the winter to come.

Rosalyn recalled little, if anything, of Reyes' last visit. So when she approached to find him at the borders with a group, her first instinct was to come forward and stand firm next to Sobo. Ignoring the rest of them, she trained her eye on her son. A woman next to him, and children.... it was enough to give a hint, and it was an assumption that she could jump on readily.

Reyes. Welcome. She said, with a slight (but warm) smile. Then she turned her muzzle slightly. Sobo. This is your brother. Her introductions done, she fell silent, waiting to have her guess confirmed on who these others were.