Hideaway Strath stjärnbild

nala knew it might not have been her place. here, this scene, the great need to rise as a defender to the stranger.

what would the saints make of her then? defending some bone-drenched man upon their borders.

he got lost in the storm, she added on softly, eyes not daring to look into the face of the warchief. the warchief who had once saved her from being so terribly lost. i can escort him.