Blackwater Islands mother

my son;

ah, isangrim; he was hers still, more than any of the squirming helpless creatures who remained tethered to her flank even after parting her. the listener rose, carelessly jostling the budding new druids, and went to him.

welcome home, a tired purr in her throat. she wound around him in motherly embrace, took in the scents at his ruff. he had traveled far.

there are new druids within blackwater.