King Elk Forest pretty noose

Verran was quick to agree, as Vex knew he would be; he had always been a follower. She noticed how his words fell, and she suppressed a smirk. "Fear not, Uncle, I won't ask you to fight." He had never been a warrior, and while it made him lesser in Vex's eyes, she would not turn away a useful body.

The weir was in sight now, and Vex veered to correct their path. Her mind was on her pups, specifically the suspected albino; Vex had not named him yet. They were close now. She looked to her uncle, asking him quietly, "What do you know of curses? One of my whelps is... an oddity." That was putting it lightly. She continued, frowning, "He is not sickly, exactly, but... well, you shall see him soon."