Alpine Lake Another day, A new adventure

Ancestral blood from this place, but not born of it herself. Curious, Fiona thought. The wolves of Greenroot had been there countless generations. Fiona was one of the first to venture out on her own. Many times, they attracted rather than repelled members to their coven. Not that "repel" was the right word for why Fiona had departed from there. She had simply felt called to something else. Something away.

Fiona, she said, of Greenroot. Aylin seemed a fine young woman, and perhaps one that could become a companion, should Prowler ever become not enough. It had been some time since Fiona had spent more than a passing conversation with anyone. Not since she departed Greenroot. Few seemed up to the task, but perhaps this one...

Did your mother provide any useful information on this area? she asked.