Haunted Wood porque sigues con el

border patrols were easier when done with company. the members of this pack seemed generally unpleasant, so she was not taken aback by the girl's greeting. abeja, the scout replied, a smile tugging at her lips, who are you? a sound in the distance perked her interest, though it was quickly blamed on the winter winds.

you come to patrol, too? the words were accented, though careful in delivery. abeja did not want to come off as cold or friendly, but preferred to be found somewhere in between. while awaiting the girl's response, she stopped to rub against an aging tree trunk.