Nova Peak the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side

sobeille's gaze flickered to the rheum coagulating in the snow. when she looked back upon the man his visage was prouder; he seemed taller -- though she was not certain he had moved at all.

building a home. a smile only her own then, for weren't they all in some way?

she would wonder of mulherin's whereabouts later. either he was dead and made into a plush pelt for a wildwood king, or he had moved on - sobeille was only sorry to have not been witness.

of sapphique. sobeille jerked her head behind her where the glittering shores of sapphique broke between bare trees. she considered it no risk to be so open; he'd likely already known a pack pushed the western perimeter of their boundaries.

pushing the slain otter towards him, sobeille canted her muzzle. and you, big man of de rise? you go by?