Whitefish River Cold in my kingdom size

He opened his mouth to respond but, someone else came along just in time to cut in. Raimo was accustomed to life in a big, busy family so he wasn't bothered by the arrival of the patchwork man; he was distracted by the amalgamation of patterns and colors upon the knight and gave him a sly once-over, only to return his full attention to the woman. The edge in the knight's voice gave Raimo pause. He wondered if he should be wary of this woman after all, and felt his hackles begin to bristle with uncertainty the longer Hieronymous lingered beside him, intoxicating Raimo with his serious energy.

The disappointment on the woman's face struck him as odd, but maybe this was a scout hoping to make a good impression and the news that their Count was preoccupied bothered them. Raimo had never been a scout so he wasn't sure what the protocol was; he looked to the dappled man for a second, stepping back so that Hieronymous could handle the details. He stayed alert but wasn't exactly quaking in his proverbial boots at the sight of this woman - by virtue of her sex, and the fact she was outnumbered.

It intrigued Raimo to hear that another group was trying to settle nearby. The woman did not hold many other scents, not like the Kaistleoki wolves who carried a plethora. Odd, then, to call it a pack if she was truly alone - but what did Raimo know, he'd never had to build anything from scratch in his life.