Noctisardor Bypass spirits haunt these magic hours, dwelling in the sylvan bowers

Heda regaled her with knowledge and Druid listened raptly, picturing these teeth and claws. She even held out her own paw, turning it upside down and flexing the toes together to study her own toenails. She’d never given them much thought, though perhaps she would utilize them more the next time she attempted to fish.

Take me somewhere where we can watch some birds? the gray Sämling requested, resting her foot back on the frosty earth. I want to learn from them too, especially anything that might help me get better at fishing.