Bearclaw Valley roti

The face disappeared and light spilled into Mosskeep. Aventus squinted in the gloom. He learned a few things about Stryx just then: she had a fine nose, leading him to believe she was a capable tracker; she was meticulous enough to want to clean up the rot; and, when she next spoke, he learned of her commanding aura.

Aventus wasn’t too impressed by the implication that he was doing nothing, but made no mention of it as he padded over to the caved in entrance she was excavating. This was the smaller of the two entryways, but had its uses. Evien had kept it as his own private door, frequently using it to check on Aventus in secret during his time recovering here. He thought Arielle might use it in the same way.

And who are you? he asked as he struck dirt from the inside, crumbling the edges of the hole until it was large enough for the she-wolf to squeeze in.