trade me

The old woman accepted Drifa’s invitation and followed her whereveer she was led.

Rhythm was more than grateful for the stranger’s kindness and the pelt would keep her much more comfortable for the duration of the trip. She hadn’t mentioned where she was heading, but maybe she would mention before they parted ways. Of course the old woman didn’t know the relationship of Abaven and Winterfell either. Who knew if they would meet again. All Rhythm had was the present, there wasn’t much future for an old wolf like her and the past was painful knowing she couldn’t return to better days.


”I’ve seen a lot in my day. There’s much I haven’t seen as well.” She chuckled lightly, at this point she no longer felt sorrow for her stolen sight. ”What might I help you with?” She asked curiously, eager to help the kind stranger.