Deepwood Weald Life is ours, we live it our way.

here was good land. here was good hunting. ciri and the seal hunter tracked the mink in silence, until at length he rocked back upon his heels.
"here it seems to split. do you see where he has gone, ciri?" chakliux murmured, glancing up at the ostrega woman with a warmth he did not veil from his brightberry eyes.