In Camhanaich, they were kind. And the other kingdoms she'd crossed paths with had, so far, been relatively normal-acting. But these... these vandr acted like all her clansmen's old stories caricatured them to be! Violent and unkind for absolutely no reason at all! Wet-eyed, Liss gave the patchwork she-wolf a wide berth.

Even if the others didn't care, or didn't come, or complained the whole time, Liss wasn't going turn down a bonafide invitation from the gods to see something special. She sniffled, but followed after Sarge into the underbrush, and looked hopefully at the other girl who'd spoken of magic. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad?