Golden Glade mustgrave

Golden pool gaze turned to her, the weight of it steady and unflinching. He nodded once, a sharp and deliberate motion.

Yes, he replied, his tone even, carrying no judgment. For all of us.

His eyes flicked to the fox she had chosen, lingering for a moment before returning to her. Would you like to pick your favorite? he asked, the words calm, tongue clicking to the variety he had done. He stood as still as stone, wondering what kind of hovel she would choose.