Barrow Fields i'm still alive

Uma. It held a strange tone to it - or perhaps it was simply the woman. She seemed to be filled with pity for him, but also a certain detachment. It was not something he was accustomed to, but he would add this to the growing list of uncertainties.

Pendragon, he introduced himself swiftly, with a duck of his head. With that they had struck an accord of sorts, and then she strode away from him — taking the lead as she desired. He followed swiftly, but his panting was greater along with his need for rest; being thrown about by the sea and then traipsing across a strange world took a lot out of him.

They were in the center of the greenway when they stopped, and he mirrored her lowered posture, keenly reminded of his training upon his home isle. In a whisper he responded, Where do you want me? If we're after hare, they would surely be more startled by you and your pale coat?