Razorback Ridge Crumbled up and falling down…

Chaudry. He responds, offering only his name without the company of his title. My pack is called Montagne de Cigue. That of course, felt a bit more necessary. Staring a moment longer he then turned back towards the vale with the expectation that the other would follow.

It is my maman who leads us. I can bring you in as a guest, but should you wish to make your stay permanent you speak to her. He gives his usual brief explanation of their leadership; there is not much to it in his mind. She is good to travellers. Though he was not sure that Noctaryn could get any bonus points for being young - he looked to be about the same age as his mother.

Part of him was a bit wary, but then again this one did not have the same attitude that put Lucifer under the Grande Gurrier's careful eye. Not in the slightest. Chaudry thought him to be far more pleasant so far.