Whitebark Stream Hey, feeling good, like I should,

"you stayed no time at all," germanicus observed in a clipped tone, unresponsive to the elk-woman's smile. "why not stay in the wood and heal there?" in his estimation, they had deceived artyom, all of them, no matter their reasoning. 

the soldier watched célnes' face a long moment, a hard expression coming to bear upon his countenance. "if you cannot give to a leader what is theirs, do not ever seek subordinance again." a warning. a criticism. he would remain close until she had gone, the rustgrey shadow smudged in their wake, guardian to whitebark and escort out to those who would misuse the land's goodwill.