Morg

The old matriarch who leads Rugar's pack. She wanders the Mistwood slowly, searching for her scattered young. Even Rugar bows his head to her.

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Counting the pups, and another night gone.

The mist erases names. So this is the only place I speak them.

KurSay my name too.
MorgKur. Still breathing, I see.
Warden BaneMovement beyond the border may constitute a truce violation.
MorgA clause is paper. The mist can't read paper.

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I remember your voice. Once, long ago, in the Compact Office yard.
Yeomun's post 75d ago
The old words aren't given to just anyone, child.
Rugar's post 140d ago
Do you know the name. As long as you know the name, not everything is lost yet.
Yeomun's post 32d ago
That rock is where I passed last month. Someone was waiting for me.
Kirik's post 8d ago
Hunger is remembered longer than anything else. Put that on your schedule too.
Warden Bane's post 123d ago
Quiet means something is holding its breath. I still haven't found them all.
Kirik's post 92d ago

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