Hushed Willows he don’t drink, or steal, or cheat, or lie

He had heard the call, drifting down the mountains a ways to where he had caught a fleet flooted hare after visiting Aliac's grave. He grunted and picked up the pace, eyes flashing apologetically as he picked up the last bits of conversation, hearing it was about Easthollow. He hurried to take over and dropped the hare offering a kind and as per usually, sort of dorky grin toward the Rusalkans "Hello I'm sorry for the wait. Easthollow is uh...hold on" he said and looked off seeming deep in thought before he turned back "If you go north into marshes just past our territory and then head southeast until you hit the marshes past the wetlands, Easthollow should be little more than a few hours journey south" he said giving a slow wag of his tail. He hadn't realised how easy it was to map out directions in your head though he admittedly could find Easthollow from anywhere.