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a call rises, stirring rusalka out of his reverie. ravensthorpe had a visitor. unexpected and unusual. since the small batches of morningsong wolves had ceased visiting shortly after they had first established, the borders had been quiet. and admittedly, it's given rusalka a false sense of security.

with paws tied, aiding in raising his growing children, it is easy to forget that he does not live in a secluded bubble of just his family.

his path alters to intercept the stranger at the borders.

i am rusalka, greets the commander as he approaches; gaze scrutinizing her and the satchels she has with her. this is ravensthorpe. formal greeting out of the way, he turns to the path of no-nonsense. what brings you to our borders?