Noctisardor Bypass Deep in the shady sadness of a vale

The what now? By now, even the juveniles were sure to have picked up on Wylla's nature as a recluse in Rivenwood. It was a stark contrast to her effort to be involved in Sagtannet. If anything, her time leading that pack showed that no one’s regard was worth breaking your back over. It was unfortunate that it, along with Sequoia’s drama, had caused her to swing so far the other way, and that included being out of the loop on current events outside Rivenwood, such as the caribou hunt.

That’s alright. Caribou are bigger and more dangerous. Bigger herds means more potential for some feisty jackass to bowl you over. Not to mention the antlers. Deer antlers were formidable enough, but caribou had some absolutely crazy racks. They could gut you and poke your eye out all at the same time. No thank you to any of that shit.

C’mon, she said, leading Druid at a casual lope. Let’s see if we can find some hanging around the lagoon in the trees. Pretty sure Mahler said there’s a bunch living here somewhere. Wylla felt it right in her ego, admitting that she didn’t know where they were, but she was no hunter and wouldn’t pretend to be one, either.