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

700!

for this week, chakliux scarcely left the embrace of his wives, breaking from them only to hunt or to watch over the boys resting in the lodge.
the former demand called him; chakliux left to find fatty meat for the palates of marina and tullik.
thickly painted in the welcoming, eager scents of his wives, legs splashed with saltwater from an earlier hunt in the shallows, this was how the seal hunter found ciri once more.
a small smile touched him. "oil father brings you close! soon you are to moonglow." 
but ciri knew this.