Deepwood Weald I had a dream that we flew on golden wings

Sandulf wouldn't brag that he understood much of anything anyone spoke to him about. He liked to think he was alright. At least in some ways.

He returned her smile. He had always found himself a little softer than his brothers. Even Rodyn in some aspects.

A small thoughtful look came across his face. Friends. Crowfeather and Silvertongue, which they'd both like to meet you someday. Crowfeather especially. There's a few other's, but I don't know them really well yet. Borders to patrol and hunting to do.

It was a simple existence, but he liked it all the same.