that thieving bastard

Lia left the Hallows feeling full in both heart and body. Seeing Art and Briar again had lifted something inside of her. Their easy acceptance of both her, and her choices was almost enough to bring her to tears. They had also loaded her up with some provisions and a good meal. Perhaps leaving them again was not the best choice, but she knew it was the one she had to make. She felt that her strength was swallowed in their kindness, and she wanted to learn and grow outside of their sphere of influence. They had given her a new chance at life, and she wanted to truly seize it.

She slept in Gambit Briar that night, and the fitful sleep left her with the memory of her mothers fangs raking through her coat. She awoke touching her scar, and some of the peace Briar and Art left her with was gone.

That day's travel took her further into Boreas, where she explored the lands around the briar, searching for… something. She wasn’t sure what, but surely she would know when she found it?

The horned wolf found herself in the Prairie as the sun began to set, and as she trotted across the expansive meadow, she caught the scent of wolf. She paused, touching her nose to the air


"Speech"