Deepwood Weald to wield old partisans in hands as old

Her instincts tell her to fight even as her intellect recognizes those signs that Fen had taught her - white flags on the battle field of life. Fight! said the marrow of her bones, but he was saying friend in that language she had only just begun to learn before Fen had passed. Still, she saw it, and allowed her aggression to subside once more.

Without the veil of her anger, fear-submission quickly became the dominant emotion her body broadcasted. She gazed furtively at the strange male, shifting uncomfortable, whinging. What did he want with her?

"Friend," she repeated, the words chalky and porus on her unpracticed tongue. "Do you friend?"