Golden Glade Mitsik

antha had felt a sense of peace since returning to the mountain she'd discovered. all the wolf scents were stale here, save those left by the group. issorartuyok's village would be isolated. safe from war and disease. a place of families and prosperity.
no man of her homeland would dare set foot in such a place.
she trailed after issorartuyok, her steps featherlight with optimism. the witch sought company, conversation; companionship in her lovely mood. but when she discovered the northern man, his expression was solemn and thoughtful, so she only chuffed a greeting as she approached. if he wanted to speak, she would listen. if he desired silence, she would be his wordless companion.