Duskfire Glacier baldur

Heda’s words bit deep into her. The tears overflowed, coursing down her furry gray cheeks. They came all the faster and harder when Heda refused her plea. She knew her sister made a valid point—that she wouldn’t stand against Druid without good reason—but in light of all she’d been through, Druid didn’t possess even an ounce of pragmatism at the moment.

I would rather go home and die with them than stay here and do nothing, Druid bawled.