Northstar Vale Pénthos

Too much had happened in a short time.

Arsenio went to the rocks where his skins were left stretched over stone to dry. Their furs were crisp in the winter air. He sniffed at the largest ones, thinking that they would suit Towhee and her family well. He would carry them to Wraen’s Nest and would build them a place where they could stay warm and comforted with their daughter who slumbered in eternal rest.

Gripping the first skin in his mouth, he swung it over his shoulder and it blanketed on his back. As he trekked to the woodland area where Leona had been buried, he diverted his path to see if @Tamar might assist him.