Blackfeather Woods In the valley of the shadows.

The grey man approached, his appearance like a mountain, and his accent strong. He most certainly healed since she had last seen him a couple months prior. As he stepped forward, she stepped back just a hair, her tail low. She knew little about him, but before he and Etienne had left the Otter Creek, she saw how stubborn he was. 

She let Eti speak, explain what the situation was. She needed a place to stay for the winter, and hopefully he, Anselm, will agree. As they spoke, her eyes strayed to Etienne’s face; that fine, dark mask with gilded eyes of gold. A small smile crept at the corners of her mouth. — She brought her attention then to Anselm, coming back to the present moment. “I would ever be grateful for your hospitality if you will have me.” This she hoped.