Dragoncrest Cliffs lwen

Mirelle had come with a question and Rosalyn had wondered what that would entail. To gather both of them it had to be somewhat loaded - there were few things she could think of that would require approval of both. Something small and a child was likely to dodge a refusal by asking the one most inclined to give a "yes".

It was not small, but not so big as she thought. Rivenwood. Rosalyn turned the name over a few times but it did not match to any pack she knew. If she'd known the root of it she might have second guessed agreeing, but she had not even recognized Wylla when their paths had crossed only recently. There was nothing to tie this question to the pack upon the mountain.

What is this something? She asked, noting the vague description with amusement. Of course, her mind immediately went to Njord's news, but again she could not recall the packs he'd listed for them. Erzulie did not seem to note any connection, but Rosalyn waited to hear what exactly this activity would be.