Whitebark Stream Hey, feeling good, like I should,

germanicus understood her reasoning, but did not agree with how she had comported herself regarding it. honesty was best, and the heathen had been dishonest. whitebark was his home, artyom his leader; no matter his personal adaptability, he was in service to the alabaster regent and his family.

thus he said nothing, only trailed célnes at a small distance. a brief frown would paint his countenance if she so chose to look back, otherwise the eaglebound would watch her until she had departed their territory.