Nova Peak even in a hurricane of frowns

decisions, decisions.

Avicus shrugs, finding no threat in the tawny woman. you fine here, she says. her mouth moves, slowly, chewing upon words unsaid. a moment of silence, and then— i hope you pickgh your Njordh. be my ah-hlly.

she's tarried too long, here. g'bye, she bids Meerkat, and then turns, heading down the slope.

if she has another allegiance, Avicus doubts she can shift it. all she can do is encourage the woman to join her ally. and wait for the coastal pack to collapse—

it's not a wish, but a contingency;

she gallops toward the Rise.