- Liathossin’s Claim…
The mysterious whispering waters of the whimsical lake within the Terrovin Woods served as an ill omen to the War Wolves. The silence, the beauty and the deceitful sense of a tranquil calm only quickened their eyes and sharpened their ears. Something wasn’t right here each of them thought starting to draw close to one another for protection. But what could it have been? It was then Feladrin noticed the Slyvan tree, bristling with silver shimmering leaves and a shining shell of metallic bark disguised as a true child of the woods. His eyes narrowed have never seen such a thing as he looks to their new companion Cynterra, wondering if she was in on this. Seeing her stare disbelief he shakes that notion from the back of his mind as he looks around letting the others engage in meager conversation while on high alert himself.