Northstar Vale nixëloss

Noted?

Chaudry furrowed brows half his own, unsure of what to make of the wolf who has come before him. She is small, but he is weakened by hunger and illness. He doubts that he's in any state to chase her off even if he truly had the desire.

The silence stretches too thin. Phobos tells him what to say, Chaudry listens. As is yours. They aren't his words, not in how he projects his voice or controls his tone. It's how he knows the herbalist still speaks through him.

I don't know you. Sharp, unfeeling. That sentence is Chaudry alone.

He comes forward for a better look, yet refuses to entirely leave the shelter of the trees. Some part of him refuses to be seen in his whole form, a thinned shadow of what he once was.