Bitterroot Valley she had been forced into prudence in her youth,

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assured, invited, he came closer to take up a watchful position alongside this imaq. "i am mahler, of rivenvood. ve are your ally." unsure of what else wintersbane had said on their merit, if anything, he chose not to wax about his position there and instead set his lavender gaze upon the herd.
"are you here to observe them or to hunt?" the gargoyle inquired lowly, happy to be of whatever assistance the wolfdog would want. he did not stare at her mottled self, only quietly marvelled at the variance of creatures in the world.
what sort of woman was imaq? a small woman, with a voice accented against his own. he would learn of her slowly.