The Sunspire a man of words and not of deeds

Her fur folded and flexed under her hunting partner’s snuffling nose. She continued to lie there, dazed for a moment longer before gathering the means to respond. He blamed himself, and Exousia did not have the disposition to disagree. You mean you were not giving it your best? Are you blind, too? she groaned, rolling from her side into a sphinx position. Nothing is broken but my pride, sýntrofos. Do not worry for me.

She pushed herself up into a stand, huffing as she gave her snow-dragged pelt a good shake. We shall go on, she stated, then turned to him, checking his amber-fire gaze for any resolve. Do you wish to go on?