Big Salmon Lake frost on her pillow

he held finley, the unabashed show of her sorrow bringing a constriction to his own throat, the stinging of tears to his empathetic eyes. her grim look confused and worried him, as did her words. taltos would have liked to stop her, to question after the source of her agonies, but he did neither. "be well, finley," he murmured as she stood, still seated and with ears preened forward to catch her words should she so choose to speak again.

what had gone on in the caldera? he wondered unto himself.