Swiftcurrent Creek I walked alone

Jasmine shrugged, doesn't seem like too big of a problem to me. You already know you're not a fighter, that's half the work done, and for the record, she thought his name would sound just as lovely whether he was a Songbird or a Soul Warrior, so what'dya like to do? What'dya want to be remembered for?

But maybe even that wouldn't help. She'd been on her own journey of self-discovery since she'd been old enough to think, and she didn't know if she'd been getting closer or further away from who she was supposed to be.

Ah, brooding, she nodded sagely, I see you are a man of finer tastes, and she giggled a little. We definitely need a password! But let's make it really happy so that the wannabe sad woofs can't guess it too easy.

Jasmine returned Arric's grin with a sly smile. Toothy shouldn't be a problem, and she gave a little click of her teeth, I can be toothy too, and then she laughed, Hey! Maybe their trouble ain't so bad! So you don't like to fight, but just think: and she threw her paw in an arc through the air as though gesture his new title, Arric Tooth-Warrior.