Redhawk Caldera Everyone dreams the words to long-forgotten songs.

An unsual call came to her upon the wind. Amalia didn't knoe the boice that called to her or the unnatural accent it had to it. It wasn't unpleasant, just unusual.

So with unsurety she headed towards thr borders. A graying wolf thin of body and limb waited there with a patience that only came with time.

Amalia weaved her tail behind her. Hello? I'm Amalia.

She looked upon the woman with her brothers face. Even the same brown tipped some of her accents though not as boldly or numerous as Alaric's.