Heron Lake Plateau punch drunk

A voice carried to his ears, and he turned a grinning face towards the silhouette of a wolf by the lake. The water was calm behind her, but it served as a mirror to the sunlight and so he was briefly unable to tell who exactly was talking at him — but he came striding over easily enough, and realized it was the girl with the red hair from before. The one who had been the first to greet him.

I did. Where'd you run off to? He countered with a playful tone, and a raise of his brows. It hadn't seemed that strange to him at the time, but he had been distracted by Niamh. Now that Ambrose was alone he realized how odd it was that she had vanished so swiftly. Perhaps they didn't get along? A preposterous notion, he thought — everyone loved his sister.