Porcupine Ridge don't you feel

he may as well have greeted her with a bite.

a foul mood only darkened by the news. yet she holds hope close to her chest of this situation. she has no other choice, does she?

perhaps she seeks a raid. she wants to bleed her worries but does no such thing. only shifting slightly with a pointed look to the lands beyond the ridge. maybe the vale. maybe beyond.

her stomach rolls a great discomfort.