Whitefish River i can never go home again, but ten silvers an hour gets me pretty close

A lovely concoction of simmering sables, in the form of a breathless she-wolf, was the first to arrive to the Crow’s caw. He heard the enquiry, but— his eyes were so sore, and the sight of her was very kind. “Vespertino,” was what he lilted, returning to himself with an appreciative blink. “I would like to see @Evergreen, if it is not too terrible to ask?”

A rueful little laugh, “I intend to join the pack of the dashing savior of my sister.” It was a fine way to put such a gorey, frightful tale — but if the lady wished to hear he, Vonn could certainly entertain her. ...Or, he could wait to give detail when Evergreen arrived. “I come from Diaspora, in the valley past the mountains.”