Sun Mote Copse At last, at last

A scavenger, eh? Galathiel turned his nose up at the idea of feasting on another's hard work. "Sounds like a place worth investigating," he confirmed, grateful for her knowledge of the land nonetheless. He observed the way her lithe body cut through the forest as he followed a length behind. Some wolves just weren't built for the hunt, he supposed.

And yet she proved to be keenly interesting. "What a beautiful name, the Summerwalkers." His tone was genuine, liking the way the title - and her name - rolled off his tongue as the Garden had too, even if Waawaashkeshi was a bit of a mouthful. "Ah, well. You see, a Knight must be well-travelled," was all he said in response to her curious question. "Pray tell, though. What do you mean when you say 'for now'? Planning on leaving so soon?"

Galathiel fixed her with a crinkly-eyed stare, though his ears swivelled on constant high-alert.