darkly, darkly

"herbs are always needed," he murmured softly, smiling at mordecai's mention of harlyn. "i take it she is well?" he asked, remembering how the ostrega had departed that evening after the fire to find his companion. whether harlyn was merely a friend or something deeper remained to be seen.

taltos did not like to show his disgust toward the caldera so openly, but following junior's murder, the latent hatred he had borne for some time toward their genesis had enraged him. he would strive for better control in those manners.

"perhaps. quaintness hardly seems to last," lasher answered, unbeknownst in the same vein as mordecai's silent thoughts. "but we will prevail. we are a strong lot. i must gather together a hunt for the children," he went on. "it is time they attended a pursuit among the pack."