Blacktail Deer Plateau hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

The question quickly shifted to which pack she was from, and here was where Meadow felt a stammer in her heart. Did she offer information so freely? Epoch was good natured—there would be no benefits in trying to be discrete. It would only seem deceitful.

“Epoch, also from the mountains,” she offered, nodding in the direction of her home. As for what she sought, the question surprised her, and she considered, her muzzle canting. “Nothing in particular—anything and everything. I’m hoping to prepare for the winter,” she offered, a small smile tracing at her lips as her honeyed eyes swept over the other. “Basilica is new, I assume?”