Noctisardor Bypass Sailing along to the shore of memories

Druid felt particularly wretched today. She aborted her patrol midway through and retired to her den in Dawnleaf to rest, throwing up several times en route. She sagged to the ground inside her lair, feeling utterly depleted.

When John’s voice rose into the air some time later, the den-bound she-wolf could only wearily raise her muzzle and howl a tremulous note of farewell and good luck. Guilt gnawed at her as Druid then curled in upon herself, just hoping the others might see him off personally where could not.