he had gone too far, and consternation nipped at his heels. yet taltos pressed forward. over hill and vale, wending 'cross plateaus and under rock overhangs. the earthen male had paused only to rest when his paws ceased to burn with the ache of a traveler. and now he found himself in unfamiliar territory — a whine slid unbidden from the recesses of his throat.
lasher did not enjoy being too far from those that he knew, but the wandering spirit imbued in him by the glen — donnelaith! o! how he wept for it! — and yet forward he moved, sweeping down to the shallows of a glimmering lake.
'twas there that he saw the figure. swathed in silver, eyes as twin suns; he beheld their light even from here. she crouched over a tiny body, but he was disinterested in her prey. lasher stepped into the shallows, not yet approaching, but smitten by her, as he was by all in which he saw the potential of witch.