Northstar Vale morel support

That sounded... ominous, but Phox let it slide off his back. Yep, somehow we just keep going, even after everything life throws at us. I like to think it's genetic, but—if I'm being honest—I'll bet it's because neither of us wants to stop pestering each other. If I kick the bucket before Towhee, you bet I'm gonna come back and haunt her, he said, punctuating his threat with a ghastly "OOooooOOOOOoooo!"

You from the area? Got family here? he asked, curious to know if she was a native or a transplant. The Teekon Wilds seemed to have a pretty good mix, so he was never too surprised one way or the other. There was plenty of fresh blood to mix in with the new, which was a blessing.