Flycatcher Downs godling

stigmata nodded her off, watching her go with a smug expression of approval. only time would tell if they proved worth anything to one another, but things were off to a promising start and she would be vital moving forward with his plans to guide bearclaw into his imagined utopia.

in reality, this rapport would only turn out make things all the harder for him when his unspoken vision would continue to go unheard, and the valley wolves would turn to scurry away like mice to the friendliest hovel willing. but with disgrace yet on the horizon, stigmata remained blissfully pompous about his future.