Sunbeam Lair Wind

I am sure. He spoke calmly, quietly, both out of necessity and in an attempt to soothe his rattled companion. These bones are picked clean. Days old, as well as the scent. I suspect the cat has moved on. This might bring her alarm down a notch, but it would not eliminate it entirely. Nonetheless, let us remain vigilant. Or else was implied.

It pained him to dampen her excitement, but this uninhabited place could not be explored without a measure of caution.

He moved to block her view of the skeleton, hoping to avoid another wave of upsettedness when she realized the bones were once a wolf. To distract her, he gestured towards the last patch of plantlife she had been identifying. Tell me more, he encouraged her. Does every plant have a use?