Dragoncrest Cliffs I'll be dancing until 1972

The opkepa’s inquiry was just as sharp as her halt had been, and also asked for repition. So Aure, believing opkepa hadn’t heard her due to the living wrath of the storm, lurched forward and spoke more clearly. ”I want to help you!” Had she any clue of her effect on everyone the she-wolf before her, she might’ve not lent so close.

Of course, she hadn’t the slightest inkling of it; her entire bearing bespoke unwitting. Her undersized, ivory frame fluffed up against the fitful breeze, she came closer, lowering her head to peer earnestly into the healer’s eyes. ”I have heard your names is Rose. What do you need help with?” Thin tail swished behind her, her own gaze full of trepidation and alacrity despite it all.