See the fire in your eyes

When he mentioned a den-mate a rueful smile crossed her lips, "I had one, m’ niece, but she’s as reliable as ‘er father an’ as gone off wanderin’ somewhere. Offered the second den to Ulric, but ma’s ol’ gods only know where ‘e got ter." The smell of the smoke was becoming surprisingly reassuring, and she managed a tired shrug. "’S obviously not meant ter be, reckon ma cursed me fer challengin’ ‘er then runnin’ off." She managed a snort of amusement. "It’ll take more’n that ter send me runnin’ home." There was still too much to do to prove herself, hell she might never go home. There was plenty of land up for grabs around this place, maybe one day she’d start something of her own.

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