Nova Peak barriers of trust will fade

skorpa of stjernberg, sobeille recited as bands of grey clouds roved behind the approaching woman. not the hardened eyes of the woodsman, this she-wolf -- framed in soft silvers and deep charcoal, sobeille was satisfied to look upon her.

and since she was female, she was owed courtesy. sobeille dipped her proud head.

i be sobeille. we spoke before. placing paw upon the felled pup, sobeille pushed it forth. it seemed skorpa had seen his vision actualized and founded a home after all.

perhaps this pretty thing was his wife.