Mudminnow River where alph, the sacred river ran

ooh, the snow. tashkent loves the snow. so crisp, so pale. the way the sun bounces off a fresh layer. . .simply sublime. the warrioress's warning goes right over her head as she begins to daydream of snow, only brought back to reality when the second two queries come.

she laughs, a deep, gurgling sound. i need no pack, treason, tasha croons, grinning. family is everything to me. they are mine, and i am theirs. that is the only pack i need. she tilts her head, ears swiveling forward. but i do need friends, bagadur. will you be my friend? she asks sweetly, blinking once or twice as she stares at the burly woman.

not much of a conversationalist, but that isn't what tashkent wants her for, anyway.