Bearclaw Valley i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day

There was no warm welcome here; the young man was wary, immediately throwing a wall up between the two of them. Lilitu lowered her eyes in deference, her tail swishing around her hocks, shoulders relaxed.

Hi, Ancelin, she replied, warmth reaching her smile despite her unease. I was curious. . .my sister lived here once. Her name was Arielle. I just wanted to know if she ever came back.

There was something familiar about his pelt, come to think of it. But she cast it aside, hoping for a more definitive answer to her search.

And if Arielle had never been here. . .she could leave it behind for good. Forever.