Sheepeater Cliff wendigo

@Tiarnán:

she had departed, as had her daughter, the dark tonravik. lasher alone remained, for even eismitte had forsaken him. he had attempted to return unto the glen, but his way had been barred, and tears poured from his eyes as he cried for entrance. but donnelaith had not opened for taltos, and so he had traveled slowly back toward the mountains that reared in memory of tartok.

a heavy spring rain found the strange-eyes druid mourning in the lee of a rocky crag, the scent of woolly ruminants heavy in his nostrils. but it was not for himself that he wept; no, the fragrance of hot salt that wreathed into the cold air was for all that he had failed to do, and for that lasher cursed himself.

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