Swiftcurrent Creek Fuck love, nobody could fix you

He was surprised at how excited she was by the prospect of traveling with he and Lestan—whether it was curiosity, or a bout of wanderlust, he couldn’t say—but it planted a seed of knowledge within the man that he logged away for the moment.

“The forest was called The Sentinels. The pack was called Donnelaith—though it disbanded when there was a forest fire.”

She settled nearby—her excitement previously had been radiant in many manners, but now, he could see her thoughts settling, and he wondered of it as she began to wilt slightly before his very eyes. “If traveling is something you enjoy… Lestan is a fine diplomat and if Kvarsheim was in agreement, perhaps the two of you could do some scouting of other nearby packs for us?”