Duskfire Glacier Light Snacks

Eden had become a wanderer in her days as Consul; the numbers in the Republic were falling uncomfortably low so her main priority was scouting loners in the area. As she drew around the territory, marking her scent carefully, a call from Heartha rang through the air. A smile grew on her face — it had been quite some time since she'd seen her old friend · as she finished her business and made way for her Censor, wondering where the concern was. Heartha, Eden called, drawing nearer, how are you?