Silver Moraine And the cracks in my hips

It was not that she had been uncomfortable. In reality, winter was one of the more comfortable seasons to sleep through. Cold, maybe. But not uncomfortable. Calfuray rarely slept well - taking the phrase 'sleep with one eye open' a bit too sincerely, and when you only have one eye in the first place that can make things difficult.

She was paranoid, she knew that, but it was not without reason. Calfuray knew well what threats the world possessed, and she knew just how willing it was to throw them at someone. Maybe she deserved it, or maybe she was only unlucky. She did not know.

Now she took careful steps towards the other, noting the words she shared of her home. I took you for someone who enjoyed the luxury of a den. She mused. Far too aware of her own appearance she made an attempt to hide her snaggle tooth within her jowls, though it was not made to fit there. Your pack was nomadic?