By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, Vanima had grown accustomed to Penelo’s antics. She could tell the elf craved the thrill that came from an adventure. The downside is her naïve perception of the danger involved and her lack of training to handle an actual fight. Watching Haldir sacrifice themselves while protecting her was just a taste of what she would need to face in the coming war.

“Her hair whipped around, smacking them in the face. You should have seen how much I laughed when they stumbled back and fell. Do you have any fond memories of hanging out with your friends before you met Elwin?”

The scent of an unknown animal wafted into Vanima’s nose, causing her hair to stand up. The wolf inside of her reared up its hackles in anticipation. They...

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