Kintla Flatlands I need a walk…. A break.

Moontide…. The familiar scent, the smell of the sea. Of course! This was where it was familiar. The she relaxed her stance,  a sign of trust.

“Ah, I see. Well welcome to the Flatlands Raindrop.” She has mentioned a bison hunt…. What hunt? She herself was recently in an elk hunt. “I am afraid not, I was occupied at home,” she told her, “but my king was there surely.” By king she referred to Rusalka, a man who was of a cold nature. Mate of her dear friend Solveig, father of her adopted niece and Nephews.

However, she was glad this wolf came to her, she had begun to get quite rather lonely. Maybe…. This wolf would stay and chat a while. She seems very kind.