"It's what?" Urna had the decency to wince as the wolf crashed facefirst into the pine branches. She only felt a little bad that it was her fault.
Hang on, she thought, inspecting the colorful tangle of limbs and feathers. She knew this guy. Kwon or Kumquat or Queenie or...something like that. Through the rain and the fresh smell of evergreen trees, she could pick up a hint of that familiar Verdantis scent. Hm. Was he someone important?
"Ohr," she said flatly, giving him a chance to recollect himself. Was that an oath, or was he actually saying—"You saw Ohr." Her voice is heavy and dripping with doubt.
Hang on, she thought, inspecting the colorful tangle of limbs and feathers. She knew this guy. Kwon or Kumquat or Queenie or...something like that. Through the rain and the fresh smell of evergreen trees, she could pick up a hint of that familiar Verdantis scent. Hm. Was he someone important?
"Ohr," she said flatly, giving him a chance to recollect himself. Was that an oath, or was he actually saying—"You saw Ohr." Her voice is heavy and dripping with doubt.