Dragoncrest Cliffs The greatest snowball isn't a snowball at all - it's fear

Though far from healed enough for an adequate patrol, Cherub’s Wing could not stand lying in Mossbloom another day while enduring her injury as her only constant companion. Her walk was still a heavy limp, with her hind leg cradled up from the ground for half the journey, but she was still determined to do something other than wither.

Through the trees ahead, she spotted the gunmetal figure of another of the bear’s more recent victims, and she called out to her, lumbering up to greet her. You are Lilitu, yes? Didn’t everyone know the girl who had (allegedly) drawn the bear to Sapphique? She heaved a big breath, tired from the awkward walk here. I’m Cherub’s Wing of Honor. How are you?