Dragoncrest Cliffs There be no relief from grief

Getting better every day, Wing smiled through the half-truth. Her wounds were healing but her mental bounce back was happening at an astoundingly slow pace. She blamed her own weaknesses, the imagined threat of poison in her system, the incoordination at the battle with the bear… At this point, she logically knew that her leg was improving, but sometimes she thought it was only getting worse – preparing to rot off at any moment.

The pale wolf took up residence at the masked boy’s side, realizing that she wasn’t much older than him, and he was quite cute; credit to his good genes and charming eyes. I appreciate the company… Etienne, right? Her tail wagged slowly as they traveled, and she tried to reduce the limp in her step. I hope I’m not taking you from something you’d rather be doing. He seemed like the type to be too polite to refuse her request.