Wapun Meadow and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun

She did not trust him. He could see it in her — it was writ in her body, in her eyes, in the fur on her nape. But he held his guise effortlessly, with remarkable ease and comfort born of its familiarity to him, and continued to show no indication that he saw her unrest.

Before he could ask her what it was that scared her, Ramsay posed the question first, followed by a comment that someone had been looking for her. Euron glanced sidelong at Ramsay, surprised to learn that he knew this Indra, but his friendly and casual expression was unchanged. His tail swayed gently as he looked back to the red female to hear her answer.