Lost Creek Hollow naranja

crowfeather; plants and stars.

sandulf; hunting and guarding.

silvertongue; all.

it seemed they were small and had a spread about them. yet they had already connected with another group. kvarsheim, a place of different language. it reminded him of the change the saints had done and for a moment his lips thinned in thought.

i can help with that too. hunting. his body loosened some, not feeling the heavy presence of her so keenly now.

you know there's a group starting up by the creek along the mountains?