The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

so long they had traveled without the copperbacked companion speaking, that caiaphas had surmised him mute. when his voice sounded behind, caiaphas slid to a decided halt, a neat pirouette done so she faced him.

she disliked this situation; this matted stranger had the advantage of knowledge she was ignorant to. her tail flicked, gaze curling round to merrick, who like her had drawn to sudden attention.

my reputation must precede me. the siren queen purled, noting not the silvery argent in the shadows. her gaze was fastened on the ragged leviathan, waiting — and half expecting some dire outcome.