On Top of the World

Gossamer listened thoughtfully to Artorias' reply about his desire to do right by his family and keep his mother's legacy going. She couldn't imagine what it must be like to shoulder that burden and in some ways she was glad it had never been placed on her. Being born of the second litter took much of the pressure off of leading the pack. Although there were still pressures to uphold the family name. Her parents, her older siblings, all were practically legendary in the Armada.

Gossamer smirked a little as Artorias explained that Briar hated the cold. She could understand that. They'd been born right before things descended into the coldest period many had ever experienced in Boreas. On top of that the cold had brought them nothing but misery. She looked out to the north, to the snow capped peaks over to where the ice bridge surely laid. Moments later the clouds drifted back in until they covered the area once more. She sighed and nodded. The show was nice while it lasted. Gossamer felt a touch of embarrassment at the compliment. "I don't know that I've been that helpful to Briar honestly, but I appreciate the compliment."

Gossamer glanced at the ruins then back down the mountain. "I think I'm ready to leave. I never was much into human ruins."

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