Dawnlark Plains glass eyes

It seemed a mismatch for the lot of them. The broken-talking wolf didn’t appear overeager to take them home, and his newfound buddy Keyni already seemed to have plans. Ingvar did feel a tinge of wishing he could go with both of them, but he thought he’d probably mesh better with Keyni, even if it was only for a short while before they parted ways.

I will keep you in mind, too, he said. Then he stood awkwardly trying to figure out if they should leave or let the broken-talking wolf do so first.