Silver Creek paeon

Makhai shook his head, a hint of a frown darkening his features. I won't tell, Europia, he began in a tone already lightly scolding, but take The Umbra with you next time, at least. I've half a mind to find you a guard of your own.

He wouldn't, of course, if only because there was no telling what sort of barbarians they might find in the lands beyond their little haven. Still... No wolves doesn't mean no danger at all, the Prince half-growled, studying the trees now as if they might come to life and attack at any moment. And we could still be followed, not by friends but by our mother's enemies. Remember that.