Wild Berry Meadow sloe-eyed demon

the man disturbed nothing but the serenity of the place; encouraged by the soft words and unsure demeanour, which veiled no threat, lasher stepped forward a pace to take the other's scent. the caldera. his own features filled with a vague resentment that flitted away as soon as it had come, replaced by a sort of cool curiosity. "the storm did not withhold its wrath from this place, but still it blooms confidently among its own ruins," the druid murmured, transported to the remembrance of that desolated castle upon the mount where he had been born.

shaking himself from his reverie, taltos cast a small smile at his troubled companion. "i am sorry. i shall go if you wish to be alone," he added, beginning to continue his amble past the other wolf.