Blacktail Deer Plateau don't let the colors fade to grey

The Ollivander's eyes fell again onto her face, slowly making their way down the bridge of her nose and slipping past her jaw line. Now that he had a name to go along with her face he could achive it inside the messy files in his brain -- the title of 'Peregrine's somehow relative' was no longer needed.

It's my pleasure to meet you, Oss, he barked with a little dip of his nose, she held a higher spot on the totem pole and besides the sole fact of being older -- and in his opinion a bit serious looking -- was enough to make the insolent bastard son swallow any jokes and stand up straight.

It's uhh he stammered while feeling the little whiskers on his muzzle twitch and turn. He was no good when it came to speaking about feelings, but he had had to spill his predicament so many times over the past few days it simply came up as word-vomit now.

The Caldera that's what worrying me. he began, I don't even know the place and it already makes me sick to hear it's name, not because I think that the ones who left were traitors he admitted, even after knowing that speaking of them as friends would not be well seen he did so anyways,.. but because some who left were the ones I needed most he finished soflty. Fox was a good friend and Fin was well.. she was his literal other half.