Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

Sounds good! Thanks for the thread <3

A short ripple of mild laughter left her own lips, retaining the glimmer of child-like mischief in her azure gaze before moving to push her lithe body up from where it lay on the blanket of snow beneath. "Wintersbane it is." Indeed - she'd used the term sir purely for their amusement, partially curious to guage his reaction, a word she'd been forced to pick up from the preternatural wolves of the creek. Faeryn was greatly captivated to see what was waiting in store for her, both from the mysterious (yet charming) Sotaherra, and the band of wolves that would grow to follow his command. 

The blue sylph waded over to his side, awaiting the midnight lion's lead; there was no way for her to whisper goodbyes to her sea-family, and the roar of the waves would mask her howl. In time, she would return with explanations, but for now, the Renoda was content to traipse in the unknown. With the Vartija.