Pick your poison.

Noelie's brow creased with this new information as her lips fell into a frown. If the Featherlashes weren't home and they weren't going to be back anytime soon then what was she supposed to do? And just who went on holiday after killing 30 wolves? More like they were on the run. "Um.. I say, okay, thank you." Surely they wouldn't have told the door guy if they really were making their getaway. "And then I ask when they are going to be back, and if he's sure that they're not just on the run." She ended it with a nod, confident in her answer to this game. The servant seemed nice enough, and the yearling had absolutely no reason to think he could be lying.

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