Heron Lake Plateau and when you wanted me, i came to you

A look crossed Caiaphas' face that made Ceara nervous; she could not discern the intentions, and she was unused to wolves so raw and guarded.  She was glad when they arrived in the clover fields.

I worry about winter, she admitted, casting a glance back at the terribly wet lands behind the pair.  It's flat.  It's wet.  It'll be damn cold.  She turned her moonsharp gaze back to where Caiaphas had begun to work.  I'm glad this will suit your family.  She hadn't seen Raleska or Svalinn since the Incident, and she takes a breath.

Would you mind some company?  I can help.