Qeya River a dollar for your future... a dollar for your fate.

trespassing rules are decided by PMs, and QR is very defensive of its territory. but since she is not past the border i will not roll dice immediately!

sparrow's alarm bell sent wren reeling, rocketing, driven by a burning instinct that told her the fragile balance of peace was about to be shifted by an interloper. when she arrived, she was a flurry of raised hackles and teeth, thorns caught in the light guard hairs of her gruff shoulders.
her son was the spitting image of her, and wren buries her prideful notion long enough to try and soothe him, moving to guard her young boy.
who the hell are you?