Dragoncrest Cliffs In the Curve of Old Bones

"t'ings be good. two of de little ones went missin', but dey came back. we hunted on de plains wid a bunch of de ot'er packs, from the great bear. ah, my uncle, val, he became aventurine. a leader wid my auntie an' my mot'er. an' now my auntie says we are waiting for new babies."
much lighter news. much better news; she hoped masquerade would not feel bad or overshadowed.