Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

"scrub hares," she decided at once and with a flick of her tail. "they stay in the open, but they can blend into any shrub or bush they want." as she spoke, heda looked toward tybault with a knowing look, having made no comment after his own.
he would speak more when ready.
the white wolf paced off, ready to lead him out into the base of the greenhills where the trail of these hares might be more easily discovered.