Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30921738-20180813175759/@comment-31191359-20180814010210

(like em

also, Helga looks like that, I'll colour Ferule in.)

(and get to work on the other forms)

Helga would pace back and forth, hot air drifting from her nostrils every time she heaved. Helga had been stolen from, She lived in a small hill in which she had carved a sturdy cave, and somewhere along the time she was sleeping, a wendigo, she knew because of the wendigo footprints, had actually led from the den and disappeared.