Blacktail Deer Plateau A slamming door and a lesson learned

"of course, dante. you have done well by us and i trust in your decisions," lasher rejoined quietly, meaning each word. his thoughts traversed inexplicably then to caiaphas, queen of the amazons' strand -- he had not heard of her since his jarring conversation with the bird upon the sand, yet in his heart he wished her well.

his mind tested the lingering ache in his hips, the base of his spine; he wondered if he was not too old to trek the unexplored lands in search of a place for the blacktail wolves, should they choose to relocate. swiftly and silently was his wish, if the gunmetal man so consented.