urned normalcy and friendships amongst men but deep down inside the scars of past enmity were still

riors and villagers to get together, tell tales around the campfire, building new relationships that

ng by her lonesome through one of many villages. She was pulled out of her thoughts by heavy footstep

in a level voice. "

h lit by their moon. At last Kael spoke, and thought it was in a soft

create something permanen

hears by oneself principally. Rumors of a rift within the rogue camp had circulated ahead

sucked her teeth in thought. "

"Only the formal t

likely admission sent up a red flag to you on Lyra herself, this woman had been a rogue even longer than her closest all

nd the sound of a babbling brook met her as she approached the small cottage. Lyra smiled and

ra to sit. How did you find yo

Lyra leaned back and looked pensive. "The rogues are not homogenized. They are torn

ations ran through her head. "Do you suppose t

sively distant-into the patterns woven by fate. "It's likely. But, unity is our greatest po

ned to the village and war barrens. She knew that the direction to pe

nd Kael. It says that they trained together and provisions were sh

od with Lorne and Finn and a silent connection formed between them from sur

nt. Those boys from up north, they ain'

all forest and stream, We are guided by the Moon Goddess and un

, creating unity in each shared moment. The ghosts of the past lingered, still whisperi

hey were one pack, and whatev