Mudminnow River orinoco flow

Not only was it permitted, it seemed Nyra welcomed the idea. She openly invited Druid to come visit when she was old enough to make the journey. The pup swallowed, unsure she would ever be old enough to venture that far from Rivenwood. It was a strange mixture of anxiety and intrigue that threaded through her at the thought.

Maybe, she said noncommittally, her tentative tone probably clearly exhibiting her trepidation, while her mismatched eyes glimmered with interest as she imagined exploring a mountainside. Furthermore, the slopes were possessed by another pack, which was equally fascinating. Perhaps, after all, synesthesia wasn’t the only trait she’d inherited from Sequoia.

But for now… I should get back home, before they start to wonder where I am, Druid confessed, straightening her slender legs to prepare for the walk back to the woods. She glanced down at Bracelet, snugly situated in her usual spot, then raised her gaze one last time—at least, for now—to Nyra.