As he looked into Tigrisclawu's eyes a thought seemed to pass through them.
"Meet me at the spot." Tigrisclawu said before bounding off of his shoulder and up the steps.
Beranhond turned towards Nym, but had no words to say. He simply nodded. He wasn't too sure about their possibility of their resurrection, but at the same time he was not too familiar with fay magic.
"Did you father have any powers, or are all of your abilities from your mother's line?"
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