Iktome Plains a murder of ravens in fugue

pearl soon joined him, dropping a pair of hares at their feet. lasher was pleased by this; reaching, he ran the fur of her shoulder gently though his teeth in an affectionate show of preening before lowering his muzzle to nose briefly at the rabbit. "of course," the druid rejoined, interested to know what it was she would share. the study of the herds' movements was something with which he was only minutely acquainted -- it would do well for donnelaith to have a naturalist within its ranks, and it seemed pearl would be such unto them.

she had grown much in the time he had known her, and taltos was rather sorry that he had not spent more time to know intrinsically one of the wolves who had followed himself and dante from the plateau, had helped to form his beloved coastal pack. but that was the past; he could remedy only the future, and such would begin now.