Felltree Marsh But the prince of any failing empire knows

He hadn't expected to cross paths with another. Tybault bristled at the sound of his approach, calming only slightly at the chuff. After the incident at their borders which had taken Reverie's latest husband (was it cruel to wonder how many she'd gone through in the time between?), everyone was on edge. Tybault felt that this place was unsafe, though he would never say it.

Still, a trespasser would not announce their presence. Tybault studied the large wolf as he moved closer, quiet and wary for now. A loner, it seemed. You're close to the borders of Hearthwood, His voice was low when he finally spoke. Are you looking for something? He wouldn't chase the man off just yet; he was still far enough from their claim to be polite.