Bearclaw Valley “Every step begins a journey, and this one is for us.”

Chipper was right on the money, indeed. The priest looked at the other, who was pale as snow, but with a pelt much thicker than her own. Snowskip, how quaint, but the priest quickly decided that she would stick with Chipper. Singing -- she had not heard much of that in her life, except the singing of the spirits, of course. Most the time it is only the spirits that sing to me, said the priest with a smirk. Do I enjoy their songs? It differs. Will I enjoy yours? She canted her head and smiled playfully. Maybe.