Luneshale Pass bread and butter pinot noir

He had been right that someone was there, but it was just a little thing. She seemed too nervous to be a threat. He remained still for a moment after she spoke before returning to the scent post where she stood.

Are you Verapaz? He asked with the raise of an eyebrow. He hadn't seen her before, she didn't smell like them, but he never imagined urine would smell pleasant to anyone outside of the pack - it barely smelled good to the wolves within the borders. What he did understand was the feeling of being lonely, it could be overwhelming. You aren't in trouble.

It was just too hard to be upset with a girl so apologetic.