Ankyra Sound i knew what my witches knew

her speculation went unanswered -- lasher felt that she pondered such things to herself, and so held his tongue until the witch addressed him straightaway once more. "we flee memories and seek a fresh start here in the north. one of ours was murdered by her father, but i will not subject my wolves to a war. it is my own task to avenge her." unless the priestess pressed for more detail, he saw no need to provide such things.

"you are alone here," he murmured, returning their intercourse to a former point. "what will you do when the snows scour your beach?" taltos inquired softly, murkwater find the hot yellow of her own gaze.

as he had told himself, he would make no bid for her joining, but when winter settled upon them, his ability to trek into the sound would become quite limited. she would fester here alone, or perhaps thrive -- the druid would worry all the same. such was his nature.