The Settling Nomad

welcome!

lasher had whispered of dante's ponderings to blue willow, careful to keep it from the prying ears of his young children. they need not spread what might only amount to disturbing rumours among the pack, whose ranks had dwindled considerably. mordecai and harlyn had departed in disgrace, but they had been deceptive adders. their betrayal reminded lasher quite poignantly of the way that peregrine had left the plateau, and he had hardened his heart against them for it.

the ecru druid paced himself upon his patrol, nostrils flaring at the loamy scent of the earth. tonight the win brought him a strange scent, and the wolf catalogued it before loping in the direction of its bearer.

she was petite next to his rangy form, a multi-hued bearer of silver and gunmetal. the woman's eyes were piercing, and she was silent. he met her eyes with a stare of his own, one that appraised, one that questioned, and raised his tail in a proud arc over his hips, demanding without words her respect, if not her fealty.