Redsand Canyon Blessed be the pillow, muffling sound

silvertongue laughed. "i do not think he would capture me. he might, however, persuade me to prove my loyalties." she left it at that and stretched, happy to think that they would continue heading down toward the valley. "gucci is important there. i do not think he — surely pharaoh would have made him marry by now." she cleared her throat and nosed his cheek, attempting to redirect the blackwolf. "when i was traveling, i met a very nice old man named gunnar. he is from a pack called kvarsheim. he toured me through a beautiful place. and i think i have found our home, crowfeather, truly."