Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

"often," he quipped in return. with the mien of a soldier switching helm beneath another arm, he relented the harshness of his straight posture. 

the thorns continued to plague her. germanicus was amused. 

he took a sidestep, wondering if she would follow him out of the bramblewire and to more level ground, just some feet away. "as it turns out, only family remains in the end."

she was alone. he assessed her once more as a pack wolf, and then as a potential for mereo.