Broken Antler Fen winter will feed on the warmth of your things

Dacio came first, followed by the sleek young wolf that lead him. In measured moments he watched things unfold as Hydra took charge of the conversation. There was a brief flicker of contempt that crossed him over her words; he had a reason for not announcing their plans to every passerby, lest of all those he had not thought able to rally others to causes in the past. Yet now it was more appealing, knowing that the cloth in which Vercingtorix had been cut from was broad and capable. But this was hardly the place to make point of it to his wife, provided he ever would as she rounded back on the threat that had loomed over.

"Our common enemy is also why we come to seek an accord with you," he chimed in, "and given the state of things around us it is significantly more relevant than before." With fleeting game and all manner of things still in a state of upheaval, winter still would come for them. It was better to draw and quarter things to reach an alliance, or at least to determine now if they would merely add to their growing list of unfortunate events.

sorry for holding this up, i got unexpectedly busy over the last week. :(