Let The Rain Wash Away

Velvette’s brilliant gaze lingered on this giant with curiosity, her answer made even more clear she did not belong to the Songa people. Their bobbles and trinkets were what made a Songa known to their peers as a great warrior. Ve’s father had been a highly decorated individual, and Velvette had every intention of living up to his name.

The Songa woman was also offered the name of her present company. ”Velvette Barkpaw.” She returned her own name politely as she was given the reason for Thys taking shelter here.

”Our prizes are everything in my culture,” Ve began, her thick Austern accent shining through. ”My father before me was highly decorated when he died, and I intend to prolong his legacy.” Though most Songa stuck to natural items, tails and ears severed from their owners after a victorious battle.