Moonspear The lion cannot protect himself from traps

Indeed, now was a good chance, as good of one as she could hope for. She dipped her muzzle in a small, slow nod of a motion before she listened in for the answer to come. Norah questioned back to her in the end and this time, she shook her head, a small hint of a laugh too. She did not have to wonder long why she drew that conclusion so soon; Opalia knew very well what it looked like. No, not related. she agreed. I come from the coast.. north a way. the warrior gave her mention then. The reasons that brought her down from the cliffs here were heavy, and without any prompting, that was all she would tell there.

How about you? she asked with a thoughtful look at her companion, all dark, accented in pleasant silvers that drew her eyes in, but never to one exact spot. Truthfully, you do match their archetype a bit more than I, she mentioned with what she intended to be a friendly mien. The Ostregas she knew were generally all decent to look at, tending towards strong, proud, and well-built for their purposes.. so this was intended to be a compliment.