Duck Lake so i started courting kate mccannon

he was so sure of his company that he did not look back for some time -- but when he chanced to glance over his large shoulder, he found aria was nowhere to be seen.

stopping in his tracks, the brute scented the air -- she was not in the vicinity, and no accompanying tracks followed his for as far as he could tell.

perhaps she had wished for him to do it of his own accord -- thorn had certainly envisioned stalwartly bringing down a healthy buck for her, but the dream was often disparate from the reality, and the likelihood of him felling a deer on his own accord was slim. either way, the eyjolfur was willing to prove his mettle -- and with a grunt that suggested he was no less dissuaded, thorn slipped into the hinterlands after the trail of a band of hinds.