Broken Antler Fen In due time

Her packmate went to to give a greater glimpse into her first meeting with Dacio, and answered about Praimfaya afterward.. which thanks to the pack and its claim being a new feature upon the Wilds, that was nearly all the history they had to speak on so soon.  But, as the days passed and their presence deepened, the gold-furred mercenary had faith there would be more to come and she nodded slowly, preparing her own reply next.

Dacio and I were roaming the coast and beyond scouting for worthy comrades of our own after our birthplace's claim by the sea no longer held, she prefaced, keeping the finest details of Dragoncrest's pesky neighbors glossed over for the time being. It might have been a key motivator in why they had come to Roangeda here today, but without prompting, she knew better than to uncork that frustration towards the Rusalkan scum that had blighted their cliffside. 

When he met Praimfaya, he saw potential in her, and found out she was related to wolves our family had run with prior--so she was raised with a similar culture and mindset to ours, she added, again, keeping the matter of Blodreina's honest standing as a natrona in Drageda's eyes as a less-important detail since it mattered less and less now that she was dead and gone. Since winter was coming and we had no better leads in the area, we decided to join her after heading this far south, the Roankru said. And here we are since, she added, a small hint of a grin. Pool seemed content with her series of events that landed her here, at least judging from the outside. Opalia was only just feeling settled in herself. Every day made it more, though.