Lost Creek Hollow llevar

Years, He answered easily, obliging her unspoken desire for activity. Kel directed them a bit hesitantly toward the outskirts of the territory, figuring a walk along the border would be prudent if nothing else. Two birds one stone, or something. Started off counseling victims of war. Expanded to other types of trauma about a year ago.
He thought it best not to mention that he was in need of his own counselor, particularly if he was going to take up working again. But it lingered in the back of his mind as he inspected the fresh trail of a fox. Kel glanced to Silvertongue once before he started to follow it, to ensure that it led out of the territory and not in. I'm used to helping people who don't want help, He admitted. I'd like to try something different here.