Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

Thyme shot her a charming grin. He couldn't help it. I would like to, he admitted, not scared to admit it either. She was an interesting wolf and her culture seemed something of interest as well. He had to smile at her quick wit as well.

North, passing de rise of de redtail wolves. Stay clear. Go to de sea. Call for you, he repeated to mind. His tail wagged. Then she could also perhaps explain him more about that sea as well. I will look forward to it. Thank you for giving a lone traveler some company. With that he would let her leave, not wanting to press his company onto her. He wanted to explore the valley before traveling back to the coast.