Beaver Eight Beaver Nine, STOP it’s Beaver Time

Speech ─ Think

This was much easier than she expected it to be. The spotted blue wolf was making quick work of the beavers and Widow felt like she could do great things back in Hellborn. They didn't have enough true hunters, and Widow certainly could see some promise in this girl. Some training of course would likely be needed, but nothing that couldn't be worked on.

Widow kept corralling beavers until enough had been caught that it bordered on the line of what could be carried. Moving to the edge of the river, Widow pulled herself out and shook the water from her coat. "That was a good hunt," she commented as she strode back over and sat near Laz and the collection of dead beavers. "You mentioned looking for a home, correct? There's a place in Hellborn for you if you're interested."

Blended with beauty and blessed by the divine