Blacktail Deer Plateau it was simple, said the fiend

it was indeed not a kind inquiry, and lasher let his eyes rest for a long and silent series of moments upon behati when she approached, not deigning to answer her for the present. he did not wish to frighten the girl -- he rather liked her -- but the comportment of the two young aspiring outriders left much to be desired.

"there was a lone wolf here not long ago, i believe. he or she may have sought a cache close to the border. come. we shall see if we can find its tracks." without waiting for the girl to answer, lasher set off across the border at a brisk pace, ears cupped for the sound of any unsteady tread and senses widened to grasp the scent of an unwelcome body.

his conversation with behati would come soon enough.