Arrow Lake mourntart

their physical contest now over, thorn relaxed -- though his rough shoulders were still raised, and his gaze alert under the watchful eye of the damascene competitor. he would not attempt a second rebellion; thorn's loyalties were won by brute skill, and he had been thoroughly bought (and cowed) by the older hunter.

his gaze was kept low to the ground, unchallenging - but as the male asked who he was he could not help but glance on the face of his defeat, ever so briefly. "thorn. i have traveled with mahler."  it was evident now, at least to the eyjolfur, that this proud sovereign was the wolf in which mahler had briefly spoken of.