Bearclaw Valley viridis

Ico? no. not at all. probably one of the nameless faces around here that have never bothered to meet the children. she stares at him, muzzle wrinkling slightly. shakes her head, a quick gesture, dispassionate. but she's not the one to speak to. she doesn't really speak at all.

lifting her muzzle, she howls for Merrick and @Astara, hoping they can set the record straight. her call has become less infantile with time, gaining a resonance that will only grow as she ages. it echoes, and she looks at the man. waiting again. just waiting.

silence is golden.