Duck Lake precious and fragile things

His banner waved airily in the breeze, and he grinned. I don't think we have a healer yet, the brute said with a merry tone. I'm sure your expertise will be valued.

They had begun to walk away from Duck Lake, skirting the wide crystal-blue bowl that seemed to reflect the sky's color within it. The aspen grove faded and turned back into rich green grass, and the scent of Swiftcurrent wolves were beginning to crisscross upon their tips. The border wasn't far away, and all the smells alluded the area as heavily trafficked and patrolled. He glanced over his shoulder at the colorful, inquisitive green eyes that Esperanza held, and stopped. She was a stark splash of night against the backdrop of rolling gray-blue mountains and clouded skies.
I hope you're excited to join the pack.