Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

Surprised by this admission--but it spoke that he had no whelps to return swiftly to.

Idly, she wondered if they had been a roving family. How much more adventurous that seemed, compared to being cast upon a wooden throne within a rich forest.

Hard no you sand, she murmured, finally allowing her form to sag lower against the tree until she lay upon the cool ground. Fatigue came easily when one traveled, it seemed.

Also not a fan of bears. What did you think of the Flatlands?