Luneshale Pass Spirit

Talisman. He was hesitant, so Candle moved back a little to give him some space. Ta - al - is - man, She echoed him brightly, ears pulled forward. The priestess has never heard a name like that. Candle.

She cast a glance in the direction of the ravine, then looked back to Talisman. You - Tribe? Not for the first time, Candle was frustrated by the difficulty of speech. Her invitation was not as clear as she might have liked. But there were no scents of others woven into his coat, and so she hoped that he would find value in her offer of a home. Companionship. She hoped, too, that S'ari and Zoug would be pleased to see she'd found another of their kind!