Fox's Glade every day, cry out for the pain

hallo.

her voice is heavy with an accent that piques kivaluk's curiosity, ears cupping forth in a futile attempt to discern it.

her question comes out disconnected, and drawing the dots together, kivaluk is left to assume that common is not her native tongue.

yes, kivaluk replies with a soft but sage nod. though what he hoped to discover by traversing so far away from the spine that moonglow lain claim to ... he could not say.

are you ... ex— catching himself last moment, kivaluk adjusts, unsure what common words she knew. travelling? he asks in return. he would assume so given that she was, also, out this way.