Morningside Cuesta kill the witch

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His birth came with a promise of duty. His sister knew that, it was why she ran so far from home.

Days of deliberation and tracking scents had ultimately led to a cuesta. He made no effort to conceal himself beyond remaining upwind, eyes scouring for a familiar figure in the snow.

Milana, but not just her; a puppy. His lip curled at the sight. It was young, and after meeting Searchlight he was sure it had to be hers. She was a disgrace, a blotch on his father's tapestry,

She needed to be dealt with.