Whitefish River Lay your eyes, look up upon me for the better

The appraising smile still hadn’t gone from his lips; and especially not when Ira began to speak and (mostly) everyone present lent an ear. There was mention of a hunt, too, and his grin only crescented wider upon fine face. However, some gathered seemed doubtful of such an event — hunts were dangerous, risky, no doubt, but there was fun to be had in that coordinated effort! And he might not be the most exalted hunter, but ...

Vonn remembered how his nephew and niece had previewed their “first” hunt; Dragomir whooping, Isilmë stricken with focus. No doubt they’d think terribly of his person, since he wouldn’t be seen ...well...

But a commotion from behind broke his downed thoughts, and the site of two of Kaistleoki’s retching was enough to have his brows reaching for the sky. There was the argent male who stayed; and then the pregnant mujer who hobbled off (and eventually returned) with guilt in her stept.

Concern for the both of them painted itself upon the crow’s scarred features, and he promised himself he’d go to each of them — once this congregation was over.