Arrow Lake this one's for us

had she been healthier, stigmata would have been partial towards her acceptably curt introduction. it was the same air of no-nonsense that he had grown up with, and he could appreciate it, even if it was found upon the features of a sickly she-wolf. and of course it was all about appearances with him, so like it or not, she had more to prove than the average joiner if she truly wanted anything from him.

"awful young to be retired," the warhound brooded, looking her over critically. "diaspora is no hospice, my lady. there are... kinder packs in the area for your condition."