She had wandered away from Valour and the Nightwalkers for a stroll to the glen. Wounds were healed up fine and she was feeling good again- lighthearted, as if back in her youth. This place she traveled through smelled strongly of wolves, but such a thing had never caused her more trouble than she could handle- and besides, she would just keep herself close to the trees, for the wolves could not scale them in the way she could. As she walked, she gave herself a task- sniffing out the tasty deer mouse that was surely somewhere nearby.
I will exit threads immediately if your character does not understand Autumn's dialogue as it causes inconsistencies in my roleplay experience.
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