Ysalwen raises her own voice to be audible over the scream of the wind, and Liranan echoes her with a loud two barks.
(He is much better at being loud.)
"Liranan, go."
The mabari doesn't take off, but he maintains his position in front of Ysalwen, sniffing occasionally at the snow and then sneezing when it gets in his nose.
Ysalwen follows gamely behind, occasionally re-casting her scrying spell and waiting to see if guidance from Dejah and the amulet help her narrow her own perceptions.
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Ysalwen raises her own voice to be audible over the scream of the wind, and Liranan echoes her with a loud two barks.
(He is much better at being loud.)
"Liranan, go."
The mabari doesn't take off, but he maintains his position in front of Ysalwen, sniffing occasionally at the snow and then sneezing when it gets in his nose.
Ysalwen follows gamely behind, occasionally re-casting her scrying spell and waiting to see if guidance from Dejah and the amulet help her narrow her own perceptions.
It would be nice.