Big Salmon Lake straight fuckin water

Cyclone laughed at the idea of religion being a problem. I'm more of a heathen than anything, she responded, Not the violent kind, though. Neasa would always choose flight if she had the option between that and fight. That was likely why she had bounced from pack to pack her whole life. I got some ideas floating around my thick skull, but nothing outrageous. I want a place that's easy for folks to come and go. Loyalty is cool, but keeping the peace is cooler. I want us all to help each other out, even if somebody decides it isn't the right place for them.

I also want us all to help out raising kids. That shouldn't fall on just the parents. And maybe, like, a rotating leadership of some kind? I'm thinking two stationary positions and two where we decide at random, so long as they've been around awhile. The Blackthorn paused there, hoping she was explaining things in a way that made sense. She'd let that soak in and see if... Name's Cyclone Blackthorn, by the way. That, of course, was an invitation for the other's name to be given.