Sun Mote Copse you woke the world inside of me

For a moment she only blinked, putting pieces together. Ah - we may have misunderstood. There are no traitors here. Only traders. She tried to pronounce the 'd' a bit more strongly this time. We trade our goods in the summer. She could not be sure if that would clarify, but it was worth a try.

Pushing to a stand, Waawaashkeshi knew she would need to return soon. Where do you plan to go next? She asked. It seemed to her that Odessia enjoyed talking about herself, anyways. We will stay here until the summer, but maybe when the pack travels we will cross paths again.