
a path of descending snow pockmarked by ice eventually gave way to a small and rocky clearing. just beyond, the mouth of a bright and inviting cave, alpine scent already punctuating the air. here, agrippina stood aside, inviting the small party to make its way among the trees guarded almost entirely by outcroppings of stone.
what can i bring you?asked the roman, trying hard not to glance into the cat's face. what if they sensed her fear? what if their hunger was raised?
but this was unfair, for they would not otherwise keep their bond with wolves. and so, agrippina would be hospitable as wardruna could want of her.