Ankyra Sound that it has returned to dust

i love it

though as the boy continued to speak, velen knew he was young, he himself could not help but feel a bit judged by the formal tilt of the words issuing from the darkness.
deciding to come no closer, keeping the afternoon sun at his back, velen blinked into the grotto’s long shadows and tried to think of how best to answer scarab.
”our pack was disbanded and my mate had our pups early. they needed protection, and rusalka was all i knew.” there now; surely that would be a satisfactory answer.