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A scowl briefly eclipsed the stone-grey of Druid's features, dampening the color in her gaze. Anselm's expression was rueful, but he said nothing.

Learning she intended to make her own Rivenwood traditions, Anselm though back on his family. They were, by all accounts, mostly normal. If you ignored the profound and shattering effect that trauma had on each of their pysches. They had all handled it differently, too.

Something told Anselm that Druid wouldn't approve of 'trauma' as a suggestion. Vell, Etienne vould be a good vonne to ask. He has told me some things about his home, that make it sound as if they are steeped in tradition.

He flicked at a stone with a paw. I can teach the littles to track, that vill be my tradition to give them.