Barrow Fields vii Come home to roost.

Dutifully her new favourite pet followed behind her. She led him away from the site of bones and hidden rats to the place they were building. The slopes began early and on them the trees reached to the skies to create a dark canopy of conifers. The crows of the ravens were ever present. It was impossible to forget where one was when nature's voices were constantly yelling it at you.
All the while, Valmúa knew his temptations and delighted in his gaze. Thankful for more hours alone with his northern essence, the ginger woman taunted him all the way with the occasional extra sway of her hips. When she looked behind to him, her eyes were fierce, as though he might be in trouble. She never chastised him.
Slowly, she was wrapping him around her little finger.