Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm Hemingway with a shot of whiskey

it was not the hatred bore by the caldera for the plateau, but rather lasher's insistent desire for their bloodshed that led him to the notion that they must move their pack due south. he caught dante's gesture, and wondered at it, but said nothing of the movement. there was but one seawolf with whom he had fraternized, and caiaphas could not be persuaded to leave the sands of her home.

taltos tensed his muscles deliberately, testing them. there was still a dull ache in his side where the elk had kicked him, where a lower rib had been snapped. the bone had since mended, but the druid rather doubted he could move in a quick trek. it would have to be a leisurely pace, unless --

"do you believe casmir is old enough to scout so far alone?" he asked. the boy was nearing a year, hale, and showed great interest in traveling far distances. taltos longed to go, but wondered grimly if his confidence in his abilities was misplaced.